You are my teasure..
You are my treasure… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The cold of Winter is here. I need the comfort of the Spring days. You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday… Continue reading
You are my treasure… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The cold of Winter is here. I need the comfort of the Spring days. You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela… I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love… I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dreamed… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Naked ladies and the roses.. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur sea.The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.I whispered… Continue reading
Regards to dear Susie.. I know you are far away my dear lover.You are fulfilling needed dreams in secret places where lover can find peace and safety.I’m alright and I have accepted my… Continue reading
Love demand payment… The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses.She begin to shave my face. Her soft… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new… Continue reading
I remember you, do you remember me? Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two” Yesterday girl is drinking… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading