She goes by "Moonwolf"...
Strong east coast woman
Driving through the New Mexico night
Her pickup truck filled with camping gear
And with fellow wanderers
At least one new lover
Young Goddess sister
Or young God Brother
Horny as Wild Mountain Flowers
Quilts spread on desert mesa
Awaking to birds blessing
The morning with song
Smells of unwashed sexy bodies
And campfire coffee
Whispers and laughter
They heard coyotes in the night
Now they pack the truck
And hit the road again
After they have left
The coyotes come
And sniff the still warm coals
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