Love, dance and celebrate being alive…
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan strong legs. I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk by… Continue reading
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan strong legs. I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk by… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.“Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… 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
A lady vow… A Poem by Coyote Poetry August new poetry number twenty-three. A lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken.… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. I will love you forever and a day…… Continue reading
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me… I sip my… Continue reading
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in Michigan.. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading