Petite mort.
Petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I… Continue reading
Petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I… Continue reading
The lullaby. The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring Day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… Continue reading
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs, and… Continue reading
You are always on my mind The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the realpleasures… Continue reading
Just a slow dance. 1- We found the dancefloor and she gave me, eyes piercing glances. She looked deeply into my eyes and she whispered. Us, Scottish girls believe love is forever. Tonight… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice, and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Regards to a memory.. I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs. Rarely do two people meet with the… Continue reading
Wantonness heart.. (Once I sought death and I found death whispers. Death whispered told me. Not your time yet. You haven’t done enough.) Wantonness soul… Once wantonness man sought the long river, once… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to awake my muse. Behold a beautiful rose. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose… Continue reading