My love, I have found you.I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips.

Your brightness and sadness I need to know.

I want us nude, heart and mind free.

The hot and humid nights.

Allowed us to sleep with no secrets.

We are complete like a flowing river.

I  yearn to touch your face, your breasts, your waist.

In the heat of the night.

My feet touch your feet.

My lips touch your lips.

I’m yours and you are mine.

My lovely one.

You are my only sweet dream.

Your love enchanted my soul.

I  kiss your feet, your knees, your stomach.

Caress your curves and whisper.

“My love.
Why are you so kind to me?”

18 Feb. 1986

© 2012 Coyote Poetry