Damn those eyes

Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.
Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.
Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.
Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous river of hope.
Damn those eyes.
Those eyes make me want to know wanderlust and forget where I was going
Fall into your embrace and become drunk with you in a wild love and untamed love. You and I.

Write on me

Milky white Winter skin showing and your robust body moving slowly to the song.
You dance near the candles and the candle lights are weaving. Leonard is singing “The Stranger song” and I watch you dance for me. You fall to my feet and you whispered. “You are my poetry, you are my love, you are my curse and I need you to make me pay for loving you. Write on me. Write deeply upon my wanting skin. Epic words to make the Gods jealous and I need you to make me feel wanted and needed. Make me scream, make me yearn and make me love.” The poet smiled and he tasted the sweet kiss of his loving woman and he whispered. I love your face, I love your voice and I love when you whispered to me to me my kind muse, my lover and my darling. You are my everything and I will write a 100,000 words of love for you.

John Castellenas/Coyote

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