Please stay with me till the end of time..

Rewriting old poetry.

Please stay with me till the end of time..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
 Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. 

Please stay with me till the end of time…


 I sipped my coffee and I am watching the movement of the tree branches outside my bedroom.

 It was a stormy night and warm night.
Your beautiful nude body laid on the top of the blankets.

 I watched your movement. 
Nightmares seem to steal all your sweet dreams. 

Your body trembles and shake.
 I go to you and
I caress your  beautiful face.

You wrap your body around me.
I caressed your back and legs.
Roll my hand through your long blond hair.

 I remembered. I found you on the lake.
A beautiful Germany  early Summer day.


You walked by me and I could not forget your face.
Your sweet and gentle smile.

 I found you again on a hot late August day.
 We became friends and  then lovers.

I remember your long legs.
The  see through  white dress that showed me a perfect body. 

 Your blues eyes still can steal my soul.

 When you give me sweet kisses.
 Whisper to me.
 Please  never  leave me.

I know I found paradise by the lights of  soft burning candles.

You awake with tears and trembling.
 I tell you it will be alright.

 I wipe the tears away.
Kiss you and tell you good morning. 

You ask me when will I leave you?
 I know you are weak sometimes.
 Need love always around you.
I whisper my life is twisted and
my time is limited for you.

But when I’m away from you.
 I think of your smile.
 Your laughter and your body wrapped around me.

  So when you lonely.
Close your eyes and dream we will always be together.

  I bring her body close to me.
The heat of her body warm up my heart and soul.
.
  I whisper I love you.

 Please stay with me till the end of days.



                                 COYOTE

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[butterfly]

Another beautiful and romantic time. Love is what remains and that is beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old poem. Written 40 years ago. Thank you dear poet for reading and the comment.

[red93]

Oh those pretty Ladies from past days. How the memory of them does not fade with time. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

They do not my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.