A thousand kisses deep…
A thousand kisses deep…. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet red… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep…. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet red… Continue reading
Whiskey…. Lovely Liz With pen and paper I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
You forgave me…. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and… Continue reading
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Toxic…. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Somethings are so beautiful. You are afraid to touch (Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched…. You have taunted… Continue reading
Please come home to me… I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love…. The night is long and the drink is cheap.The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared in the dancing… Continue reading