The Smell of Rain

The smell of rain can seduce you...
besiege the body, hold you
captive to its vapors-

Sterling white showers enrapture blood,
her tepid pleasures rise
in steady streams of steam
She courts you-
Her honey dew presence warms, lures
the pores of creation to unfasten,
to simply drop their skin for immersion.

Open-mouthed soil anticipates, awaits
to date, yellow mustard seed conception.
Her dark, rich texture exposing
well spread roots, unraveling
long last lineage-
Ruby rapture, raises life from below
Release - Relief
She bears fruit on the dragon vine 
scarlet flares rise above surface
and simmer in silence...

She tempts you, budding life
from deep inside the womb
she escapes - permeates
 
- - Her Earth's Scent - -
 
She tantalizes the loins of men, in body
her celestial frame excites sky-gazer,
abundant in full-bloom creation!
The Temptress- 
She temps you, I say!
She stimulates sensations,
entices seasoned wisdom of sages.
She stirs the senses steadily; 
she practices, 
she prays, 
she procreates,
again and again... 
and again 
and again... ​as life, 
​synchronizes in solitude-

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
The Smell of Rain, ©️2018, Poems from Passion