I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and your dangerous smile. I felt the burning need to steal you away and make you my love tonight.


Taunting words requested dancing and some wine tonight. Your beautiful eyes making promises of perfect night and wild evening. I fall into wild brown eyes and the fever overtake me I want to feel the warmth of your lips upon my lips and the closeness of your body as we danced deep into the torment of the long night.


I felt the inferno stirring up the fever of love. Making Your body become part of my body as the music steal us to perfect place and the utopia where lovers must reach.


You whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Love goes on and on till the interlude is broken by lover swords.” I brought my lover closer and I whispered. “This is called love, my lover. Lover dance and sing till the end. The Gods will win. Death will separate us one day but tonight you are my love, my only love. My only sweet wish I know.”


John Castellenas/Coyote