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Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once, come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading
“OLD SOLDIER” Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for… 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… Continue reading
If it be your will My dear Winter love. I held you so tightly in the long cold Winter days and nights. We confessed love and need in the safety of… Continue reading
I need a wild heart —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement of… Continue reading
Teach me tiger Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting… Continue reading
Be brave Time, the most value item we control. Please ensure you do one thing you enjoy daily. Don’t allow the world to control your life. ————————————— Be brave, don’t accept racism, don’t… Continue reading
The fragrant of love I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading
The cold night whispered The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Did we love? Did we bleed? Oh, la, la, la. Dear love, I sang to you, I sang to us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than life… Continue reading