The unknown story.
The untold story. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Dance
The waltz.
The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
The untold story.
The untold story.. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Beautiful stranger.. And a amazing Halsey song.
Beautiful stranger.. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road.Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion and… Continue reading
Play with me..
Play with me.. Organized life and boring work left me wishing for you. I know you have the music playing loud and you are dancing in your pantie and bra to the movement… Continue reading
I will take care of you..
I will take care of you.. The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him. “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong.Love had turn my insides out, love… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance. Some mini-poetry.
Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading
Tango lullaby..
Tango lullaby… Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tans legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had… Continue reading
One more day my love..
One more day my love..I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men and… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice Marcella..
My dear Beatrice Marcella.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading