Crimson Rain
Linen of silk pure and white
Bathing in softened olive skin
Fall…
Falling…
In sensual delight.
A raging storm held in sacred hands.
Smells of erotic passion.
Fingertips of gentleness, rushing in a fierce land.
Touches of heat, caressing sunlit buds.
Churning love upon an angel’s wings!
Glazed eyes.
Her prize, sweet eternalness flames!
A heart of crimson rain!
Outstretched…
Still falling.
Into the roaring skies she cries!
