Love Like a Red Red Rose
She blushed as the rose, taken from her ebony hair,
moved gracefully, slowly, sensually sliding,
brushing her eyelids, cheeks, and ruby lips,
tickled her neck, teased her décolletage, further
pinching her countenance with ruddy heat.
He spoke in whispers as the petals slid off
her shoulders, in the way he said “Oh Caroline”
like an ardent hymn, whilst the sun smiled
from his blazing eyes. The swing on the porch
gently swaying in the magnolia-scented breeze.
His fingers brushed her palms and rested upon
her lifeblood pulse, and he teased her with
gentility, spoke like the wind through her tresses,
“Oh, Car-o-line”
Even her name spoken slowly, precisely. He whispered
pleasures of the lips and tongue, of her breasts, hips
and waist. After his tenacious bantering, his knees
quivering, hit the floor, and like a prayer, once more
“Caroline, marry me, sweet Caroline”
and the excitement of diamonds
would ensure travel of soft curves
and ecstasy of dips and valleys.
She lifted her willowy lashes, deliberately
making his heart race, whispering his name,
whilst the second hand sipped lemonade,
and just as eloquent with her answer, pursed
her full lips and said, “be mine, my love”
2/5/2018
Eloquent Banner/Contest by Edward McCall
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