Tender loving care…
Tender loving care.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Tender loving care.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
My secret life.. I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.” Angels, muses and sirens.. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading
We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrue love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with… Continue reading
Maybe right or maybe wrong? I told the kind lady, the pretty one. I am at the right place my sweet heart. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone and I… Continue reading
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. (Chapter eleven.) Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seems dreamy and perfect… Continue reading
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one.. She wanted Paris and I wanted her… Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading