My Winter love.
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.
My Winter love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Cold days seem to bring people closer.
My sweet dreams brought your beautiful face to my memory.I dreamed of our blissful nights.
Kiss after sweet kiss.
Leading us to the paradise of the innocence.
Opening a passion that grows with each tender touch.
My Winter love.
You came to me on a cold December day.
You brought me into a raging torrent my siren.
We tried to burn away the passion.
Desperate to satisfy the want of the flesh.
That can’t be fulfilled.
My desire increased with each dance.
In the fire of emotion and sexual battle.
I hear a soft knock at my door.
I open the door.
My beauty.
My blue eye angel with six wine coolers.
Wrapped her arms around me.
Sweet kisses and warm embraces lead us to our secret place.
Where Lover’s lay nude.
Heart and mind free.
I whisper my beautiful woman.
I have found you again.
I’m your and
you are my ecstasy.
I love all of you.
Coyote
4 April 2009
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Breathtakingly tender…Beautiful!
Thank your for the comment.
GOOD JOB WAS DEFFINTLY OLD SCHOOL EVEN THE WINE COOLER PART GOTTA LOVE THOSE GOOD JOB PURE STRONG
I miss old school. Nice when people had less things in the way of two people having some fun and enjoying life. Thank you for the comment.
your very welcome:)
This is brilliant! Especially:
“We tried to burn away the passion.
Desperate to satisfy the want of the flesh.
That can’t be fulfilled.”
I love those lines.
As always, thank you for liking my posts and thank you for reminding me how lovely words can be.
Thank you for the kind words. Old memories become better with time.
Aww! Very sweet. “I love all of you.” … NICE FINISH!
~kp
Thank you for reading and the comment.