The wicked games, we play…
The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
Sweet red wine… It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading
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. Mystical places… Many… Continue reading
The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places. The nectar of you.. She gave me gestures of kindness. Willingly opening the door of friendship. Her long… 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
A million kisses.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number seven. A million kisses… She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a million kisses dear Bridgette.… Continue reading
Maybe love, maybe not? A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number six… Maybe love, maybe not? Poem one- Dear Bridgette, please allow me to hold you in our small bed. Please my dearest… Continue reading