Perfumes of Roses Red
J A Crowder
I love this season, when cold clings to it’s final, bitter grip
A soul of spring tides await a blissful sun’s glorious morning kisses
I long for this season sprung of love lost in visions living in perfumes of roses red, velvety soft, as my dreams slumber & all my fantasies enliven
Mother Earth gives of love as a red rose thus inspires such depths
I parade in her gift
I bask in her light
I tango in her dreams of lustful delight
His arms gently brush my skin as lips press, warm & gently
Soft as those rose petals of velvet, his touch
Mother Earth sprung!
Thus relinquishing my story entranced within a globe of enchanted paradise
A Magical love sprung from the depths of cold pain
Like petals bloomed from beneath cold mud
Love thus grounded within a cool breath of soil living beneath my naked feet
I clasp his hands, sensing upon my skin warmth of sun caressing
Both masculine & femininity grounded to Earth, as a single star breaking through shrouded darkness
A heart’s enternal collide with another
Romantic elements blooming rare as diamonds thus carved within their fire
A precious binding touch gathered in from her hidden depths to these soft, silken petals of light
Free style Valentines poem
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