With love roses have twisted a rope;
around your body to feel an embrace,
the soft beautiful pallets in wind's whispers;
fluttering like the butterflies;
with tender smoothness,
touching your soul, giving ecstasies,
dark at night; unaccompanied
with so many psychedelic colors
proclaiming intense love to the spheres.
At your fingernails; polished pink,
looking glorious forming perfumed wraths,
surround your hairs; touching the face,
scents of love coming to my pillow,
kissing with tender gentle caresses,
mixing the mimes and charms
to stay, not to leave alone
in cold quivers of the bedroom.
Come here and let me love you,
with volcanic body tremblings;
to keep you so close.
Author notes
Prompt: Pink
A contest entry
- One Word Prompt #11 by Diminished Capacity.
775 points, ended November 1, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love this, you did absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much for entering.
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Humm..the metaphor of the volcanic tremblings brings the wonderful scenario of the immagery around the words...lol..love it..very well done poetry....thanks for sharing it...
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