Red.
Sighs that slip as an amorous mist from between cherry lips.
A fire that writhes beneath the skin,
a rising blush swept along every inch of flesh.
Hair fanned like the plumes of a scarlet dawn,
stretching as rays about your breasts.
And the rosy scent, held at your neck,
sweet and ever divine.
Red.
An ardor that courses like blood from you into me.
And my body drinks.
The lungs fill.
The heart beats.
Red.
A desire on which my soul feasts.
It is the shade of my devotion.
It is the color of my love.
It is you, in everything.
Red.
Author notes
This was written one site. I started with the single word 'red' and let it evolve as it would.
A contest entry
- About Something Red by Kiddy.
400 points, ended March 16, 2009, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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AWESOME
You destroyed my own poem with the same poem title! Utterly destroyed it. I love it, biologically an awesome.
Favourite poem by far. -
it evolved enough to impress me. lol.
I wonder the power of that one word 'red' . It pulled you enough to end somewhere needed. Great write. I loved it. Thanks for sharing.
My Score
How Red it was – 9.5/10
Diction – 9.5/10 –
Theme – 9.5/10
Presentation – 9.5/10
Creativity – 9.8/10
Total – 47.8/50
Very Good score!! All the best in the contest!!!
Love and regards
Kiddy
Will be expecting your lovely participation in my next contests too. Thanks for your valuable time.
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nice poem like the way you end this peom
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