The memory of you, coffee and me.
The memory of you, coffee and me… The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote… Continue reading
The memory of you, coffee and me… The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces… Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy the sweet taste of… Continue reading
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 me… Continue reading