Gentlemen prefer the dangerous women...

September poetry number twenty-six. Thank you dear Layila Faon for her amazing videos. A master storyteller.

Gentlemen prefer the dangerous women..

Once I believed in love, once I believe in kindness.

Now I believe in the whiskey and the sea.

Once I wanted a sweet woman and 

now I seek the dangerous ladies.

I want the dangerous ladies with the dark eyes and

wearing the short black silky dress and whispering me,

tales of wonder and mystery.

I roamed to Santa Cruz on a Friday night and

I have my Black Velvet whiskey with me and I drank alone near the sea.

I asked the night, I asked the big Winter storm coming tonight.

Where is my Lilith tonight?

I drank the Black Velvet till the bottle is gone and 

I take the empty bottle to the nearby trash can.

When I reached the trashcan, a figure of a woman stood near.

I asked her. Are you my Lilith?

A dark eyes beauty in a black dress walked toward me and

I adored the movement of her hips and legs.

Her long black hair almost touched her back and she had a face,

so beautiful, so tempting. 

When she took my hand. I knew she wasn't Lilith and she whispered to me.

Hello dark poet, looking for the Devil or are you looking for Lilith? And my name is Layila.

I told her. Maybe looking for both. The Devil buy the drinks and Lilith make me see the real world.

Lilith, a dangerous lady. I do adore.

Layila smiled and she looked deeply in my eyes. She asked me. You brave soldiers believe you can

outlive war, you can outlive the need for love and you believe. You believe dangerous woman, can be held.

The Caretaker loved you. He told me. You could make a dangerous lady smile.

I loved her body, a woman body. Perfect curves and valleys and a voice, so sweet and demanding.

She wore silky stocking of broken hearts and I told her.

Yes, the caretaker, Death. I befriended him and he can tell some stories too. I do like stories

dear Layila. Do you have some stories to tell me? 

She smiled at me. A odd smile and she told me. Stories, I do have and she touched my face. She whispered 

to me. I love your young face, so young and filled with terror. I want to hear your stories. Are you a sea dancer

dear dark poet?.

I took her hands and I told her. I have danced with the sea often and I pray, I can dance with the sea tonight.

Maybe me and you, we can do the wicked waltz tonight? Johnnie loved the big storm that are coming and

I adore your face, I adore those eyes and I see the dangerous sky in you eyes.

She smiled and she whispered into my ear. Let's buy some high price tequila and some lemons. Find my safe harbor from the noise of Santa Cruz. We will get bare-assed and trade stories for sin.

I told her. Beautiful Layila, your wish is my wish. She took my hand and we roamed into the city. I turned and I saw the sea. 

The big storm was here and the rain fell on my face and Layila face. She smiled and we danced in the rain in downtown Santa Cruz.

She told me. We must celebrate the night Johnnie. Yesterday deeds and sins are being washed away. We must create new ones.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just myth and tale. I haven't met the Devil since 1993, in Santa Cruz.

Reviews

[softlyfall]

Lilith is lusty and unafraid. I assume you refer to her in the strict old testament sense, since you then refer to sin. Personally, I am not a fan of any shame or fear based/enforced beliefs so I embrace Lilith more as an archetype or Myth.
I have a question- "I love your young face, so young and filled with terror." Terror? When I read this is suddenly wondered if the poem was going to the dark side and turn murderous. Terror of what?

[softlyfall]

And I wonder if that can be true, that men seek dangerous women...I have had most men run, frankly. And with regard to Lilith, she got the boot from the big guy for it, so clearly he feared her or, rather, Adam did.
Thanks for the mystery, i enjoyed it very much

[Coyote Poetry]

The terror was just war seen and life taught. I like Lilith too. I have used her often in my tales. She is a mystery and a wonder. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[softlyfall]

It is a pleasure getting to know your work, and, to some degree, you, yourself, as well

[Neville]

darn near perfect sir .. and you are not alone, what fella in his write mind isn't drawn to dangerous women .. 1993 was a good year for me, this side of the pond :) Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

!993 was a good for me too. I had the Pacific near and time to travel. Thank you Nevil for reading and the comment.

[Dave Brown]

nicely nasty and deliciously seductive

[Coyote Poetry]

That was my goal Dave and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fran Marie]

A lovely tale within a poem
I always enjoy the storyline
you weave within the lines.
filled with rich descriptives
dance and charm and interesting
to read..well done my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. I been listening to the YouTube poets. They gave me reasons to write. Happy first of October. Winter is coming.

[Fran Marie]

happy autumn season
to you dear Johb🌷

[Sami Khalil]

Adventurous, romantic, seductive, reviving, taking and receiving, fun-filled, enjoyable.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure. You are welcome poweteeeeerrrrr.

[Soren]

Women tend to like the bad boy too. You just have to be careful that you don't end up with a hurricane, they will strip you bare.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes they can Soren. In my Army days. I looked for the hurricanes. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[Robert Haigh]

A dark tale, full of intrigue! Dangerous women can have a certain allure! I love the way your story unfolds, Coyote. The ending made me smile. The thought of the rain washing away old sins, so that new ones can be created is wickedly wonderful! The whole poem has a cinematic quality to it. I love it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robert. I listen to Layila song and poetry on YouTube. Made me see the Gods of old again.