Jazzy Wednesday poetry. Always ask for more.
Jazzy Wednesday poetry.1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Holy as love.
A moment, of forever. “Holy as love”You were my Winter prayer,my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm,we locked the door,held… Continue reading
I try to remember. And a beautiful Nana Mouskouri song.
I try to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter.I want to remember my hands touching soft… Continue reading
Nine words poetry.
1- Kiss Elixir of kiss.Love was young.You were perfect. 2- MistressMistress love.Veil revealed.Perfection remembered. 3- VisionNoble vision.Delicious nymph.Treasured memory. 4- Harmony Harming of dance.Amorous emotion alive.Blushing beauty delight. 5-… Continue reading
Let’s howl at the moon tonight and an amazing Wolf Larsen video.
The baby wolves are running. The baby wolves need the deep forest and the sunny days. Once I was a wolf. Me and my comrade’s wolves, we howled in Tubingen in 1978 and… Continue reading
Regards to a memory.
Regards to a memory. I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs. Rarely do two people meet with the same… Continue reading
The Masquerade.
The masquerade. A New Orleans tale. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the… Continue reading
We will know happiness, we will know sadness.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) We will know happiness, we will know sadness. 1- Once I drank in life, once I search for new places and new faces. I left… Continue reading
No-one comes back the same.
No-one comes back the same. (April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We… Continue reading