Wicked, we must be, wicked, we must know.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJuly poetry thirty-three. Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. "Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self- Dorian Gray" 1- She undressed slowly for him, and she told him. I am not seeking love dear poet. I adore sin and the sin had made me know. Old lovers became compliance, and I don't like compliance. I need someone to twist me up. Make my body want more. I like mystery, I like to feel. Alive. Dear poet. Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. Please make me believe. I am still learning. 2- Folly, we must do, tomfoolery we must seek. We must seek the ancient cities, find places where lovers painted the city red with sin. Sin is only sin till it is repeated. Then the sin, we love, we adore, and we want. 3- She looked frail, she looked innocence. I knew her real face and she sang the sweetest words in the midnight hours. I knew she was a lioness, I knew every secret valley and hidden cliff on her perfect body. She loved the window open wide, the windy night caressing her nude skin. She would dance on the patio and no-one would complain. She told me, I feel wicked and please get naked for me and make the moon smile. Please make me smile. Please make me believe. I am the only one, you want. Coyote
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2 Reviews Added on July 23, 2022 Last Updated on July 23, 2022 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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