Blame not the kiss..
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Anywhere.
Anywhere.. We had some wine, a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were California dreaming. You told me I want the sea. I embraced you and I told you.… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep. Part two.
A thousand kisses deep.. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet red… Continue reading
A beautiful Julia Westlin song and a poem.
Teach me tiger.. Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting smile and… Continue reading
Breathe..
Breathe.. You undressed with the lights on.I watched you slowly take away LAYERS of clothing.I can feel your smiling, you know you have take my breath awaywith your beauty. You are facing the… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss..
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading
Just thoughts about you..
1-YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want to tell… Continue reading
The stillness of the midnight hours..
The stillness of the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Great thoughts come to us in the midnight hour. Wishes for a sweet hello or some knowledge of the kind people in our… Continue reading
Where are you?
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading
Beautiful Samantha Fish and a poem. Dead flowers..
Dead flowers ————————————————————————— Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading