Sweet Peggy…
Sweet Peggy… She is sitting alone, in the warm Florida’s December rainy evening. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy… She is sitting alone, in the warm Florida’s December rainy evening. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf… The man lifted his bottle of cheap wine,he told the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love. You cannot make… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the walk… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want to… Continue reading
Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I… Continue reading
Bello Luna.. The majestic sky is above us. The million stars shining like diamonds in the sky and you and I. We are adoring the rising moon. I told her. I told Bella… Continue reading
You taught me what love was.. I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your… Continue reading
Mademoiselle. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter of a tale. August new writing twenty-six. Mademoiselle.. Near her hotel as we walked, we heard music being played. Some hard rock and roll loud and… Continue reading
Mademoiselle.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter two of a three-part tale. August new writing twenty-five. Mademoiselle. Gabrielle took my hand and she dragged my away from the hotel. She whispered. We must hurry,… Continue reading