‘A Sunday prayer’
A Sunday prayer Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading
A Sunday prayer Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading
Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer. vikas chandra If you had the time, to just be mine I’d buy you, be my cockatoo! How empty’s, my day of valentine… Continue reading
Whiskey She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
Under the covers, Hands fly. Skins touch… … Youth has no guilt… Mouths water. Hips move! Moans escape… … Youth has no guilt… Experiments tried. Favors exchanged. Tongues…
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay, I watched the sun fall into the sea, I was a street poet of the night, I wore Army… Continue reading
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy, vikas chandra How to come to terms, with that dream? That rejoices ache, of a love’s esteem Being unsought, if not, enough, a… Continue reading
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. vikas chandra When shadows, swill the sin of twilight And your longing’s, all that’s left of me With the hope of a dream,… Continue reading
Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading