The wicked waltz…
This wicked waltz… Perfect beauty is waiting for me, and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
This wicked waltz… Perfect beauty is waiting for me, and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
He remembered love… Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind memory… Continue reading
Right or wrong? I went to my lady of May. Her Winter blanket had wore-off and I needed to go to her. I arrived at the Port Austin and I took my shoes… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company… Once I sang the Soldier’s prayer. “Drink till you cannot, dance till you cannot. Make love to the wild gals, when you can and sing… Continue reading
Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all… Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
The crying woman- Chapter eight We relaxed till four thirty pm. We talked little and I went swimming alone and I enjoyed the chill of the water. Lawrence left and he returned with… Continue reading
The crying woman…Page four. I went back to my room and I called my mother. I told her, I would send her eight hundred today to the western union. She was happy and… Continue reading
A story found in a dream. For Cheryl. Dear lady midnight. You are not forgotten. The crying… Continue reading