The Smell of Rain

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

Sterling white showers enrapture, tepid
pleasures rise in steady streams of steam
She courts you-
Her honey dew warmth,
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 mouth rapture,
raises life from below releases, relief
she bears fruit on the dragon vine 
Scarlet flames 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