Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some memories become sweeter with time.
Sweet pleasure, rare delights.
Some dreams should not be touched.
They burn the heart till death allows you to escape.
Beautiful woman dance in my memory.
Sweet gifts from tender hearts held forever in my dreams.
Yesterday I wouldn’t question the gift of love.
Today the tender touches and memories of bodies wrapped around me.
They left painful memories of things lost and never to be regain.
If you don’t reach for anything, take no chances.
What pleasure can be touched?
The pleasures can be many for the fearless in heart..
Life is a wonderful journey.
Sweet pleasures, rare delights.