Just enough..

Just enough..

Long distance calls begging me to stop by and spend time with you in Florida..

You whispered you missed me and needed me.

I’m lonely and drowning in old dreams, I can’t see hope no more.

I whispered I would come to you.

My Peggy called me when her hunger to feel a man, to enter her, had create a feeling of need.

I had turn dirty with sin a long time ago. Peggy knew only whiskey and sex.

Till you pass out in the turmoil of flesh that can’t ever know fulfillment.

I met her when she was young and beautiful.

Now a thousand hands has touched her harden flesh.

She wanted now to feel wanted and swim in the sweat and pain of fucking.

She greeted me at the door. Wearing a short dress and gave me whiskey tasting kisses.

 I held her close knowing she never worn panties and I raised her dress touching her yearning flesh.

She took me to her bedroom where the smell of whiskey and her perfume over took me.

We don’t talk anymore about love and forever.

We gave up on love and we accepted  the hunger to fulfill our flesh is all we have.

We screwed till exhausted and we felled asleep. I awoke still on top of her .

Peggy whispered stay inside. I need to feel, I need to feel alive and needed.

She awoke early. I heard her fixing a breakfast and I go to the kitchen.

Her worn face thanked me for coming. I was the only one left.

I told her it is Okay. We are dead souls with only our loins crying to stay alive.

A desperate gift is, sometimes is just Enough.

                                      Coyote

                                 28 October 2008