The wicked game

Good song made me write.

                                  The wicked game

I am not right no-more,

I will never be right again.

Your sweet song made me want the madness,

the madness of loving you forever.

Your eyes stole my mind,

your sweet words stole my heart.

Now I look into your  beautiful face and

I see the devil and a siren.

You love sin, gin and stealing kisses.

The wicked game you love, I know.

You knew, I lost, as soon as I saw your face.

You knew, your eyes of hazel green would make me beg for mercy.

I told you. Pretty is, is pretty not.

We are dancing on the fire of great destruction,

where you, will break my heart,

make me wish for you, till my last breathe.

You smiled and whispered, you can run and you can hide.

You cannot forget me. The one kiss, the one slow dance and 

the touch of our hands had stole your will to escape.

Love be damn, love be sweet.

The web of desire is our final place now.

                                 Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"you love sin, gin, and stealing kisses"
love that line in this ballad of unrequited love as the speaker just never gives up that in the end, they will have each other...and engage in that romantic dance of passion.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. I appreciate the comment and I agree.

[Neville]

Tis indeed a wicked game... no rules.. now to make all women want ya.... another great write & true Johnnie C ... N

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend Neville. I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

always a pleasure, and always mine..

[Jade]

Wow, very life like write, so full of truth's, awesome

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Brandie. Some temptations we know are near. Better to escape before tasting the ambrosia.

[Rye]

I see the devil and a siren.
You love sin, gin and stealing kisses.
The wicked game you love, I know.

Love this part, This is a really good write. Lesson here too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ryanna. I appreciate your kind words.

[Stephany]

A great moment to last a lifetime or a lifetime lived in a moment. If we are lucky, we experience this once in our life. If we are unlucky, too often. For to experience this once is breathtaking...to experience more is destructive. great just words

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stephany. Must know darkness to appreciate the light.

[wordman]

this write will touch many,we meet these beautiful women but they are wild and free
no children or marriage in there dreams

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Sometime both people are seeking just enough.

[wordman]

you`re welcome john