If we make it through December.
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Scarborough Fair. My Lagan lover.
Scarborough Fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
The mystical places.
The mystical places. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” The mystical… Continue reading
My Winter love. Love is at my door.
Love is at my door. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Unforgettable.
Unforgettable. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rosed up, and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enough.
Sometimes love is not enough. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love isn’t enough. Sometimes love is not enough. My kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell… Continue reading
9 letters poetry. The kiss, the harmony.
1- KissElixir of kiss.Love was young.You were perfect. 2- MistressMistress love.Veil revealed.Perfection remembered. 3- VisionNoble vision.Delicious nymph.Treasured memory. Harmony 4- Harming of dance.Amorous emotion alive.Blushing beauty delight. 5- Body Fragrant of body.Tracing of… Continue reading
Tavern poetry. Anything goes.
Anything goes. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in andI gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talked and drank for hours.Her blue… Continue reading
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading