Mystical places
Mystical places
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.
Many types of keepsakes my friend.
There are tattoos upon skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.
There are scars from battles won and lost.
Then there is sweet faces of woman we had loved and held.
Whiskey, gin and rum can make us forget for a time.
But those kind memories where beautiful woman laid naken in sheet of silk and cotton.
Waiting for you with welcoming smiles.
When men fall into the softness of the bosom of the kind woman.
The mystical place of the tender skin, sweet kisses and warm places. Leave the man yearning for more.
Adoring glances lead to places of splendor.
True lover dance many slow dances and blaze into wild desire without fear.
Old men hold tight to beautiful faces and places.
The mystical places dwell in our heart forever.
Sweet names are whispered in secret made-up dreams.
The body will decay. Fatigue of living may overtake us.
The keepsakes of life are what we will hold dear and close.
Kind faces and sweet kisses are not forgotten.
Coyote
(P.S.) Love the photo too
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
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The first of your poetry that I have read and it’s left me welling with emotion…a truly lovely truth, beautiful poem!
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Little fairy tale in a couple of words!!! Amazing 😉
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All of us need a few fairy tales. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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welcome 😉 that was really enjoying
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“KInd faces and sweet kisses are not forgotten”
That brings me comfort 🙂
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Today I wouldn’t skip the bad or the good days of the past. I learn we allowed very few people into our real world and we are rarely allowed to see people true and raw in spirit. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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