Her Love Colored Soul
Her Love Colored Soul
A masterpiece of delight, that shimmers
in musical moonlight.
In its swirls, the mystical tales that disclose
tales of her delights.
The steamy crimson kisses, no, you will
never feel.
Her curvaceous body under finest lace and
satiny teal.
Her almost divine, angelic intervention,
That makes you bloom in a summer night's
passionate resurrection!
Her soft hands, to never touch your skin.
Because you are afraid that passion is a sin.
And thus, the moon surely doth take flight.
And you? You missed your Adonis night.
The scent of summer's evening flowers,
Overtakes you, in your lonely room.
Not even a chilled glass of Chablis,
Can replace her voice whispering, "I love you."
July 12, 2020
8pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment