Angela.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.) Angela Her beauty had became less with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
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I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Please listen to the song.) I love you; I love you; I love you. I love you; I love you;… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Paris at dusk,” We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Paris nights.
Paris days and nights. Chapter four. We took a taxi the Hotel Devillas. I picked the hotel because it was in walking distance of the River Seine. Had many places Katie wanted to… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. City of lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part three. Warning(This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.) City of… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. The train ride.
The train ride to Paris We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Chapter one.
Paris in 1976 She wanted Paris and I wanted her A Chapter by Coyote Poetry (Part one. I hope you enjoy.) WarningThis Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.) I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how you… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
The missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) … Continue reading