The stillness of the night
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are.
The stillness of the night
Real love come to us in a hurricane of uncontrolled passion.
Sweet melodies of the words of love sending us soaring and ascending to
new places and heights.
Bashful woman revealing soft and tender places.
Surrendering and shedding fear, allowing the holy kisses to bring to life
turbulent emotion and want.
When love is safe and free. Two hearts can commit and believe.
The splendor of true love is alive and well.
Love is fair. We will play master and slave. Slave and master.
Real lovers can be mild and tame. Savage and wild.
The midnight hour where lovers are besieged in the flame of the
splendor of skin against skin, confessing secrets and rejoicing in touch
and…
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