Category Archive: muse

Wicked game

 The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading

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“The wicked waltz”

This wicked waltz   Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose  dress. Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature. My… Continue reading

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“Thank you for the dance”

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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Everyone is a river and great song

  (Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.)   Everyone is a river   Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet… Continue reading

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The Island- part five

(The Island- part five A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter)   The Island   We stood at Lake Gichigana and Nicole held me, her arms around me making me feel okay.… Continue reading

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The Island- part four

(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter)   The Island- part four   I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading

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The Island- part three

(The Island- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.)   The Island- part three   I remembered Nicole song and her soft hands caressing my face and chest. I fell… Continue reading

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Let us kiss and never part

Let us kiss and never part   She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading

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Wild horses

Wild horses   We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… Continue reading

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