Sugar and spice..
Sugar and spice
You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.
I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?
You gave me a dangerous smile and you told me.
“I want a lullaby with the fragrance of temptation and some seduction.”
-Sugar and spice-
You are. Winter pale skin and valleys of soft and tender places needing my attention and care.
I told you my love. You are my sugar and spice in a life needing gentle kiss and warm embrace.
You are my Crown Royal whiskey on a cold Winter evening and hot coffee at the beginning of my day.
I have loved you since the day we met and you wrote into my journal.
“Sugar and spice, all everything nice. Please dear Johnnie. Write me a lullaby with a happy ending. Life is love and love is life. If we accept less, we are just pawns waiting for the final ending.”
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You are silk and lace dream my love. You are my muse and my siren. Always my need and never my burden. You are reasons to be alive.
John Castellenas/Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend for the reblogged. I greatly appreciate.
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Oh wow. This wow. I don’t think I understand this feeling but reading this I can get of sense of what it is like.
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A good feeling to know and thank you for reading and the comment.
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