A thousand kisses deep. Part two.
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
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance inviting.The… Continue reading
Teach me tiger.. Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting smile and… Continue reading
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely. … Continue reading
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one and you are everything. Old wise men know.… Continue reading
The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Can’t go back.. Last time I saw you. You were covering your face and hiding tears. I knew when I exit the door. I couldn’t return. I had everything once and wanted more.… Continue reading
Breathe.. You undressed with the lights on.I watched you slowly take away LAYERS of clothing.I can feel your smiling, you know you have take my breath awaywith your beauty. You are facing the… Continue reading
The fray- Lost and found, dearest Luna – part three I saw her in the valley and I followed her. She walked slowly in the fray. The sky was bright orange and her… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading