The Smell of Rain
The smell of rain can seduce you
Besiege the body,
hold it captive to its vapors.
Silver showers enrapture blood
Her tepid pleasures rise,
steady streams of steam
She courts you-
Her moist-warm presence,
lures the pores of creation to unfasten.
To simply drop their skin for immersion.
Open-mouthed, soil anticipates,
awaits to date
yellow mustard seed
stained conception, dark rich texture
exposed, well spread roots
unravel long last lineage.
She bears fruit on the dragon vines.
Red ruddy flares release,
rise above the surface
and simmers in stillness..
She tempts you, budding life
from deep inside the womb,
she escapes, permeates
- - Her Earth's Scent - -
She tantalizes the loins of men
with sacred offerings in celestial frame
Her body excites the sky-gazer,
abundant in full-bloom creation!
The Temptress-
She temps you, I say.
She stimulates sensations,
entices ripe wisdom of sages
and stirs the senses
- - Steadily - -
She prays..
She practices-
She procreates again and again,
And again and again-
As life synchronizes in solitude.
J. Circosta
Poems from Passion
The Smell of Rain, ©️2018
The smell of rain can seduce you
Besiege the body,
hold it captive to its vapors.
Silver showers enrapture blood
Her tepid pleasures rise,
steady streams of steam
She courts you-
Her moist-warm presence,
lures the pores of creation to unfasten.
To simply drop their skin for immersion.
Open-mouthed, soil anticipates,
awaits to date
yellow mustard seed
stained conception, dark rich texture
exposed, well spread roots
unravel long last lineage.
She bears fruit on the dragon vines.
Red ruddy flares release,
rise above the surface
and simmers in stillness..
She tempts you, budding life
from deep inside the womb,
she escapes, permeates
- - Her Earth's Scent - -
She tantalizes the loins of men
with sacred offerings in celestial frame
Her body excites the sky-gazer,
abundant in full-bloom creation!
The Temptress-
She temps you, I say.
She stimulates sensations,
entices ripe wisdom of sages
and stirs the senses
- - Steadily - -
She prays..
She practices-
She procreates again and again,
And again and again-
As life synchronizes in solitude.
J. Circosta
Poems from Passion
The Smell of Rain, ©️2018
