The dance of emotionA Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive.
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The Dance of Emotion.
A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me. Her skimpy negligee showing silky smooth skin. She told me come to me please. I went to her and sat close to her. She desired proof of love. I traced her body with my fingers. Her perfume create a havoc. I desired to taste her tender skin. Ravish her voluptuous body. I whisper I had a meltdown in the emotion of love. Nullified my heart so long ago. My only redemption is my desire not to teach you the melody of tarnish words and leave you alone in the seize of hate and loneliness. Beautiful brown eye woman smiles. Kisses my hands. She brought her face to my face. Gave me soft and warm kisses. She whispers. We are pure for a moment and treasure perfection in love are only shadowed dreams now. Love is a sham. Now pride and savor love are precious only to young girl dreams. I want someone to ignite my soul. I need naughty and sordid nights of passion. Sometime the prelude to the story is written. The rise and fall of our heart must surge or what is left? I touch her silky skin. Watched the stirring of her beautiful body. I stroked her long legs and brought them across my lap. In the trance and solemn light of candle lights. I kiss her tan shoulders. I stripped and lay on the bed. She straddled me. She whispers. In the misguided game of love. The saga must go on till the story ends in happiness. Or at least we will have sweet dreams and memories. Coyote 22 March 2009 © 2010 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on May 7, 2010Last Updated on May 15, 2010 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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