Tag Archive: erotic

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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Love words by a madman

1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive, make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading

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Love tragedy

Love tragedy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Love tragedy I remember the hello. So sweet and… Continue reading

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Love had made me know madness.

Break me Please break me. Make me bleed and show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading

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“Leather and lace”

Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and… Continue reading

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One more time

One more time Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and just… Continue reading

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“Her beauty has not blinded me”

Her beauty has not blinded me A Poem by Coyote Poetry In my time of living. People can get twisted.   Her beauty has not  blinded me She roamed like an old tom… Continue reading

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Fatal beauty

coyotepoet(Thank you Tumblr) Fatal beauty You were waited for me. Wearing light cotton nightgown and you had the beer in ice. We had planned this escape for months. I told you often. I… Continue reading

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Last chapter in my story. “She wanted Paris. I wanted her. La petite mort

La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seem dreamy and perfect in the… Continue reading

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More Texas poetry. “Her beauty had not blinded me” (Adult)

Her beauty has not  blinded me She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish.… Continue reading

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