Falling and falling, we shall go..


Falling and falling, we shall go.

We had a June warm  Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and
we sat by the witches trees. Hand in hand, we were, needing nothing more.
My love gazed at the Lake St. Clair and I adored her red-painted lips.
Her laughing eyes were filled with the image of the lake dancing for her.
She held my hands tightly and she told me.
When we need kisses, when we need the feel of love embrace.
The payment must be paid in full.
I told her. Your kiss, I do miss.
Your kiss, I do need.
I dream, when you are away from me.
I am kissing your hair, I am kissing your forehead and
I am kissing your neck. I yearn to kiss your rosy red lips.
She smiled and she requested a poem.
I told her.
“Falling and falling, we shall go.
You and I,
we will find safe place where our love can be alive and well.
When I fall into your eyes and
when I free-fall into your arms.
I know you have bless me my beautiful lake muse,
with the gift of love.”
She gave me a kiss and she told me.
Johnnie, you have kidnapped my heart.
Please give me a kiss by lake St. Clair,
please give me a million more kisses.
Kisses demand payment and are you rich enough to tempt my heart?
I kissed her rosy red lips and I told her.
Dear Kelli, I am willing to pay the price.
Dancing Coyote


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