Smolder

Scented air is thick with nectar

Lips gently tinted dripping of dew

Pedals laid in perfection upon wicked flesh

Soft glowing moonlight caresses bare shoulders

It smolders awaiting a kiss

Moments pass as the dew dries

The tint fades

Pedals wilt

Darkness shadows bare skin

The smolder gone like the kiss

Reviews

[Misery]

A sensual beginning becomes a sorrowed end.
A lovely poem that describes the course of many smoldering liaisons. Another dear creation, Jen.