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
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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
Just meat and tales of kisses.
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
Change.
Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin, Texas tavern.Consumed with anger and disappointment.He told me. I’m dead. Killed off all friends and love is dead and buried. I ordered him and… Continue reading