Wicked games, we play. And a beautiful Lusaint song.


Wicked games, we play…

1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies.
We loved the wicked game.
We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin.
We love the darkest part of the night,
where lovers go, leaving no trace of kiss and touch.
We whispered love words for the thankfulness of the body being content.
We knew. The words just appreciation for the touch of kind hands on willing skin.
You taught me and I taught you.
Love was righteous and sweet in the midnight hours. 
Even if just borrowed.
2-  My love, my honey sweet.
Let’s escape our messy world.
Let’s find Big Sur,
let’s find kind people and
beautiful places.
Where we can win.
Please my darling, my kind friend.
Please run  away with me and be my love forever.
Coyote
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