‘Lay lady lay’


Lay lady lay


She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man.
She stood bare for me and I knew she wasn’t real,
she looked into my eyes searching for some kind of emotions.
I whispered to her, I want to see your real face.
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She wore a brilliant disguise,
her angelic face made me fall into her embrace.
She played the devil and angel with grace.
Her phrases spoken were to tempt me, to fall into a false love.

 

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Bitter or sweet,
simmered love or a careless love,
we will know sorrow or sweetness.
I believe all attempts at love are blessings.

 
John Castellenas/Coyote