Drink of me my dear lover…

“Drink of me my dear lover” A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write Drink of me my dear lover A Story byCoyote Poetry More Texas story.                                Drink of me my dear lover  … Continue reading →

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You are my Spring blessing

(Steve  Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing     Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds… Continue reading →

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Perfecting Poetry

Originally posted on yaskhan:
Blood moon: Guides the wisdom in her heart Silvered by stars Love Tasting the fragrance of it Dancing because She wasn’t born to walk mute… Tugging at her heart-strings…

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A wild bird…

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you, I need you. But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I won’t… Continue reading →

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Poison Of Passion

Originally posted on Ashraf Shaikh:
Silently shuddering,Breath shattering,Our bodies gathering,Our desires slithered upon us. You danced with the love,In the dark little cove,On the glass of wine,Intertwined into my head. You evoked my…

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The Strides of Darkness

Originally posted on Sinister Pub:
I see my reflection In the blue sea, Am I sinking in deep? So much for this ship… I look out, it’s pale blue, Am I swimming like…

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Little wildflower…

Little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days.   I sat… Continue reading →

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A letter…

A letter for you dear Lilia   I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand… Continue reading →

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Pièce de Résistance

Originally posted on The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom:
***This is a continuation of Expunged Love and  Queenly Insanity ***** Dead eyes stare forward tears long since departed resentment settled…

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Humble and kind…

Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows too… Continue reading →

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