An undulating passionate crimsonness,
vampiring once again of their origin,
pointing an epilogue to govern senses,
showering naked curves of slippery skins.
Its neither an isolated desert of mirages,
nor of aqua drops falling silky petals,
but, thunderous bathing echoes of vile vengeance
tormenting serene tranquility of pious visions.
Nothing matters of retina powered missiles,
or sighing clouding sobs of hidden paradise,
impossible to conceal an exhausted sensuality;
in an exposure of vague clots of obscurity.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: 5. Vampires in the bathroom.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 19, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.


