The tropic dangling its shiny earnings
During its febrile summer nights
You opening the windows of the bedroom
Inviting in its luscious thighs.
Trade winds are playing the piano
Hibiscuses are rushing in the bed
Your hands are looking for my body
Clad in the moons’ prodigious red.
The mattress under us grows fragranced roots
Vivid hibiscuses entangle in my hair
Green ocean waters rushing from above
Caught in tropic’s thunderstorm of love.
Lovely read. Well worded 🙂
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A beautiful combination of nature, flowers…..passion. I’m hooked 🙂
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I liked the plant entanglement with human loving.
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