Notes About The Poem
I live in Florida and I always thought the sway of Palm Trees in a light breeze in the moonlight looks like the erotic sway of dancers, so this poem was born, at least in part, from that thought. The line "hear the beckoning swish" along with "native beauties," and "shadow dance" are all clues that I am talking about a row of palm trees gently swaying on the beach in the moonlight.
Natural Seduction
In the night's gentle quiet,
feel the whisper of breeze
the encompassing swirl
the warmth of its caress.
Inhale the ocean's brine,
feel the sea's divine touch,
languish in the rapture
of your own renewal.
Witness the shadow dance
of the native beauties,
hear the beckoning swish
of their alluring limbs,
succumb to the motion
of their natural rhythm.
On the sand all fall prey
to their erotic sway.
Copyright © Kim Morrison | Year Posted 2013
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