Daily Archive: September 28, 2019

“The heartstrings”

The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading

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The wild roses

Wild roses I knew her, her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had wild blue… Continue reading

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My little sin

My Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work… Continue reading

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“Petite mort”

Petite mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked… Continue reading

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