No chance


Woman in Black Tank Top Sitting on Window

 

 

 

No chance

 

 

My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me,

a touch of the sun upon her face.

I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle eyes,

the softness of her skin.

I go to her and she asked me.

You stood at a distance and what were you thinking?

I go to my knees, kiss her ankles and I whispered.

I was thinking, you gave me no chance,

you bewitched me with those wild eyes,

your silence made me need your lovely voice.

I wanted my eyes to swim in your perfection.

She smiled and brought my head to her lap and

she whispered,

I love you Johnnie, you always make me smile.

 

 

Dancing Coyote

 

 

 

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