Wild horses

Just words

                                  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 fell.

I told her, a warm bed awaited us and I saw in her eyes. Wild horses in those emerald eyes, I saw a wild storm that could not be tamed. Her voice silky and sweet whispered, if we live the quiet life. We extinguish lust by accepting the norm. We must play truth or dare, or we shall forget. The flesh need payment, the flesh need to burn with want and need. I want you to long for me and dream of me when we are apart. 

I kissed her neck and face, I whispered, I love  how you weave and move with the music, when the song is good. I love the vision of you. You are my divine miracle. I love how you are unashamed of being nude when I return home from work. Tempt my eyes and my mind. You are my Gypsy lady who make me believe in the madness of love.

She stood-up, allowed the moon and the stars to be blessed by her womanly curve and dangerous smile. She told me, we are wild horses, you and I. We indulged in the agony of love grasp. Like we know. Love can be seconds, love can be minutes, love can be hours. 

I went to her, held her waist and I kissed her shoulders. I told her, I am intoxicated by the smell of your skin, I cherish when you whispered, the sweet love words to me. My misty eyes lady, you know the language of the fresh and how to ascend us to the utopia of love kiss and love embrace. You are my  ambrosia.

A Winter California night, the gentle rain is falling. Two people praying for fortune of love to stay.

                               Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' We indulged in the agony of love grasp. Like we know. Love can be seconds, love can be minutes, love can be hours. .. '

NOT 'just words', they never have been, never will. Your nature and language is so eloquently but never crudely laid, love seems to wrap around you and your partner as pure magic.. beautiful!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment. I appreciate the kind words.

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

I lived in California before, beautiful where I was, I enjoyed your write, very nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kescha. The California coastlines. Perfect.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so was Brian Hyland's "Gypsy Woman" playing on the radio?
"you are my ambrosia" great line...
and praying for fortune of love to stay...
love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Gypsy woman playing and freedom is near.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice poem. Love is sometimes hard to understand between others so there's always fights and argument. My mother once told me it's easier to fall in love with a rich man than a poor man.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your mother is right. People, who can afford the good things can make life seem sweeter. But love cannot be kept alive create by money. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[barleygirl]

One time I made love with a guy after we both scrambled up a wet muddy cliff overhanging the Big Sur river . . . we did it on the cliff (tiny ledge & tiny tree to hold onto) in the pouring rain with the river raging a torrent in the ravine below. This reminds me of that. Your way of unfolding this story gives me ideas for telling my own story better (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be young and wild. We still can. Thank you dear Margie for reading and the comment.