Rear-end of a so-call love.
Tequila Shots (Photo credit: kimsdinner)
Rear-end of a so-call love.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime little is better than none.
Rear-end of a so-call
love.
She poured the tequila.
Told me I’m the only
one.
I whispered.
To the only one I’m holding tonight.
I kissed her tequila soaks lips.
We engulfed in a laughter.
We were two people with only
lies left.
But it doesn’t matter anyway.
We fell on the cheap motel bed.
I held her
tightly.
Our lovemaking wasn’t to excite the soul.
Just to release a hunger.
That always want
more.
She told me I was her best.
I whispered you were the best too.
We laugh again.
Lies are easy to spoken.
Does it matter anyway?
We separate in the morning.
I don’t ask for a phone number.
We know where to find each other.
At the bar with the cheap liquor.
After the beer and booze hit.
It don’t matter anyway.
COYOTE
© 2013 Coyote Poetry
Love is the perfect hungover.
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Hard to say. Few sweet words are left after a hard night. Thank you for your sharing of words upon a good topic.
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tequila anyone?…..Nicely done, John!
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Always a good day or night for tequila. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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“Our lovemaking wasn’t to excite the soul.
Just to release a hunger.”
EXACTLY!!!!
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A lot of folks think sex is love. love and sex are two different things. Sex is for the body and love is for the heart and soul.
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And sex can make love feel even grander but love does not necessarily make the sex any better.
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Been there. Done that. Nicely told.
Regards
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Thank you Toritto. I appreciate you reading and the comment.
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love it
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Thank you for reading and the comment. Good to enjoy life without demanding commitment.
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I agree
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