The dance of emotion

Life is fair. We must give to receive.

  The Dance of Emotion.
 
A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.
Her skimpy negligee showing silky smooth skin.
She told me. "Come to me please."
I went to her and sat close to her.
 
She desired proof of love.
I traced her body with my fingers.
Her perfume create a havoc.
I desired to taste her tender skin.
Ravish her voluptuous body.
 
I whispered. "All I can give to you is a rendezvous of a misguided man with the desire of illicit and raunchy sex.
I had a meltdown in the emotion of love.
Nullified my heart so long ago."
 
"My only redemption is my desire not to teach you the melody of tarnish words and leave you alone in the seize of hate and loneliness."
 
Beautiful brown eye woman smiles.
 Kissed my hands.
She brought her face to my face. Gave me soft and warm kisses.
She whispered.
 
"We are pure for a moment and treasure perfection in love are only shadowed dreams now. Love is a sham."
 
"Now pride and savor love are precious only to young girl dreams.
I want someone to ignite my soul.
I need naughty and sordid nights of passion."
 
Sometime the prelude to the story is written.
The rise and fall of our heart must surge or what is left?
 
I touch her  silky skin.
Watched the stirring of her  beautiful body.
I stroked her long legs and brought them across my lap.
 
In the trance and solemn light of candle lights.
I kissed her  tan shoulders.
I stripped and lay on the bed.
 
She  straddled me.
She whispered.
"In the misguided game of love."
 
"The saga must go on till the story ends in happiness.
Or at least we will have sweet dreams and memories."
 
                        Coyote
                        22 March 2009
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A old poem when I was younger and life was a open road. Any mistakes I would be thankful for the help. A wise person accept help with thankfulness. Someone was kind enough to assist.

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

I am not used to you writing about such things.You should walk on the erotic edge more often.You are good at it.I don't get the love is a sham part though.I do not think the love was a sham even if it was only the once you loved it.take the love is a sham part out cause it is wrong and it does not go in this poem.all is love

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A very tender and sensual piece... it really shows great respect for the woman you shared that passionate moment with.

[Daniel Gardner]

I like this one too. I love how you can take something that can be summed up in a few sentences and stretch it out to a long and great story styled poem. Keep it up!

[Antonio Valentino]

Your pen was much enjoyed Sir Poet. The flow came across like a proud native american, narrating his story, in sliced off bits of wisdom and emotion.

The saga must go on till the story ends in happiness.
Or at least we will have sweet dreams and memories.


Heartily agree. Nice work friend.
Antonio

[Scandalous]

Erotic in a very, hidden way. A great write once again by Mr. Coyote!

[just rose.]

This is your authentic voice in the most private place you could possibly be and you're taking us there, and it is therefore perfect. The depth of this comes in the tremendous amount of ambiguity that's expressed. To me, the three longest lines of the poem are the strongest and serve as signposts for the rest. I believe there is deep feeling behind all the words in this illicit encounter - we get the sense that the things we have to say to people must be “honest,” that is to say, what we're truly feeling. But what if we don't KNOW what we're feeling at that moment? Or what if what we're feeling is that we don't know how or want to feel certain feelings in one moment? This is the layered beauty of this poem. Although it depicts a single scene, like looking at the surface of the pond, the words are stones, and the ripples are the depth of feeling that the reader understands on a level beyond words - that translucent and ephemeral thing that shines in us all in this context, for however brief or how long.

[Tina Kline]

A very passionate poem about a very passionate encounter. Though I think loneliness plays a strong emotional role here as well. I like this, nice job on this write.

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely written as well as I can tell. It gets the emotions across.

[Kayte Electric]

"I whispers all I can give to you is a rendezvous of a misguided man with the desire of illicit and raunchy sex."

"We are pure for a moment and treasure perfection in love are only shadowed dreams now. "

Two very intense lines in an intense, lovely poem.

[Zoe]

I got the impression that this innocent angel is craving passion and pleasure, so sick of being pure. For a second, the roles can be switched and it is the mortal who can be pure while the angel finally gets to let down its fences. Kept me scrolling down my mouse like a madman, anxious to read more. I really enjoyed it.

[Huggy Bear]

This is very passionate and powerful. I can sense the misguided feelings you must of felt at that time. Great job:)