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Click hereHer Dance
Dressed all in green,
my summer's sensual delight;
seduced me and cooled me
with slow languorous caresses.
Now in a dress more exotic,
shimmering hues ~ yellow, red, orange, and gold;
her dance, choreographed by outside forces,
speaks anxiously of erotic surrender.
Stripping before rapt eyes,
flinging her garments upon me;
some days the strip a slow tease
and others a riot of passion.
She stimulates senses before slumbering;
her stark reminders ~ a promise
that in the Spring she'll return
to seductively caress once again.
© Leon Brozyna 2005
I am so glad the poem popped up!(the joys of the new technical wizardry available now!). I think the poem should have been classified under erotic. First: just because it describes nature it does not mean it can't be erotic -as it is! (I hate to quote myself, but if I must..."sex is everywhere"). Second, you fooled me for a good portion of the poem, sex was on MY mind. Best season's poem I have seen in quite sometime.
The colors play so well together, don't they? But autumn certainly is an exhibitionist, to say the least. I love your promise of spring and I do hope she buys a new green dress for that dance! Wonderfully appealing, like the seasons themselves. ~JaneAusten
In praise of what nature has to offer, strip again and delight me when I see your clothing this time, it would not be the same.
Spending so much time on the roads and trails of the South, I'll never take those trees for granted anymore. Now I don't know what you'll do about the other seasons, but Spring has to be dressed in lingerie!!! Billie
for all four seasons will make a Norman Rockwell style painting that I'm very eager to visualize within your verses! This premiere all- season poem has Me salivating for the others as individual pens, Leon. And if that's not enough of a nudge, please look outside your Buffalo, NY windows and see Mother Nature has FINALLY given the northeast the season of spring. <hint, hint, hint> This poem, of course, is in My faves as you have given Me both an exotic and erotic glimpse of a tree's quad seasons dance. However you intend to title the subsequent pieces, I am looking forward as so many others here are, to the LeBroz Ballroom Dances of Nature. <smile>
Vixxx