Kim V. Poetry

She waits for him
Under crimson skies.

Bathed in silken mysteries
And sapphire moonbeams.

Listening intently
For his low growls,
Wafting in the breeze
Like whispers in the air.

He sounds like heaven.

Quintessent melodies,
Draped in bass.

Rhythmic passion,
Bound in gravelly tones.

How she longs for him.

Longs to be plucked
Like a flower by him.

For in his peridot eyes,
In his visions of lust,
There lies wrapped in tranquility,
A pathway to peace.

And a picture of what
Eden must look like.

A future where only they exist.

©️KVP
Art: Unknown
Website: Pinterest
Song: “Alleyways,” The Neighbourhood
Prompts:

“sapphire moonbeams”
“peridot eyes”

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