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My gift to you My gift to you Tempered in the Fires of our lust, Wrought against the Anvil of our passion. Naked hands Blister as fingers Curl around The glowing haft. Blade held… Continue reading
My gift to you My gift to you Tempered in the Fires of our lust, Wrought against the Anvil of our passion. Naked hands Blister as fingers Curl around The glowing haft. Blade held… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading
One people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible? War would end… Continue reading
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading
Forget me not I dreamed of you. I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain… Continue reading