Her nails
like little scarlet flames
tapped in time
to the tune playing
scattered over
the evening air
coming to rest
on roses
sleepy with
dusk
the dancing flames
now unzipping &
zipping him playfully
up again
in a delightfully
slow tease
her laughing mouth
hung like a scarlet moon
over the growing landscape
of his jeans.
She puts her left hand
in his right hand pocket
& pulls out
his car keys.
'Let's go for a ride! '
she trills.
'Let's go see
the sea! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delicious 'tease' poem this is...and what a naughty Scarlett girl she is! ! Loved this..a new favorite! !