Sweet pleasure and rare delight.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome memories become sweeter with time.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights
Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in my memory. Sweet gifts from tender hearts held forever in my dreams. Yesterday I wouldn't question the gift of love. Today the tender touches and memories of bodies wrapped around me. They left painful memories of things lost and never to be regain. If you don't reach for anything, take no chances. What pleasure can be touched? The pleasures can be many for the fearless in heart.. Life is a wonderful journey. Sweet pleasures, rare delights. John (COYOTE) 1992 © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 15, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 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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