Scarlet blossom

Her scarlet lips are roses never felt.
They rarely blossom in the winter,
but tonight is the right season for them to flourish with my heart.
Her lips are a wind that shapes stones into pebbles.
Ripens strawberries that taste fruitful as we join together.
Her hands smoothly and earnestly, arouse my soul into a vivid world.
Creating havoc like a volcano that erupts quietly,
and quietly we lay,

distorting the silence  with our lips as our pulse maintains a tempo.
Our lungs taking breaths that sweetly stroke and caress against our skin.

Author's Note

Written for creative poetry group challenge

Reviews

[Siren]

this is a great write. i agree that it is a touch erotic, yet it is also passionate and elegant. creative indeed! wonderful job.

[revalatia]

to me.. it has an erotic elegance..lovely.. great job

[Poetic Beauty]

Passion at its most loving and exciting. Passion is empty without the thrill of love to power it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Perfection - a relative piece that guides perfectly!

[外人 (Gaiji..]

That is incredible ! The images are so vivid, the metaphor was amazing the pathos is very high, it's like you slow down the action with all the vivid descriptions you give and that help us joining it even more :) Also the volcano thing was a very sophisticated and elegant idea :)