She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair… I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading
A thousand kisses… She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a thousand kisses dear Bridgette. She laughed and she asked. Why so many? I told her,… Continue reading
Captive heart… Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom in… Continue reading