Scantily clad
she stood by the window
and watched him
pluck teal grapes off woody vines—
The pale of the day
blushed
and the scent of morning dew
filled the air with madness divine.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 3, 2020 | OC, California
Engulfed | Mamacita Fuego
This is so inspirational Kira
Kira, I absolutely love this sensory imbued piece! There’s so much more going on in the subtext here and the artwork is as stunning as the piece! May I reshare with your permission?
Love this it has a sensuality to it! And the picture is beautiful! 👏🌷
Dans sa vigne gorgée,
De fruits sensuels,
Son regard a fusé,
Sucré de désirs.
Silhouette saillante,
Décore la fenêtre,
Silhouette dénudée,
Premier rayon de soleil.
De belles lignes qui décrivent la sensualité Kira Elles o,t réveillé mon imagination.🙇♂🙇♂🙇♂
In his mouthful vine,
Sensual fruit,
His gaze flared,
Sweet with desires.
Protruding silhouette,
Decorate the window,
Naked silhouette,
First ray of sunshine.
Beautiful lines that describe sensuality Kira They too awakened my imagination.
Hi there, I check your new stuff daily. Your writing style is awesome, keep it up!
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Regards n Happy week-end wishes
Love the picture!
Hello Poetess Kira,
I love this piece, looks so dainty to me even scantily clad. I saw your art work, too.
Araceli🌹 Nicely done.
Nicely done. Keep going. Enjoyed reading it. Intense and deep thoughts
This is my new favorite love poem!
It’s secretive, spontaneous, and honest.
Well, that’s how it makes me feel, anyway.
Very nice!
… if only he looked up from his toil…!!! Loved the intrigue and mystery of the stanza flow and wordplay.. great poem my friend! 🙂
Style is awesome in its shortness but richness of meaning. You seem professional in what you do.
I like the art, Kira. And the poem accompanies it so perfectly.
Captures a moment of quiet inspiration.
When our Grape Vines mature… I must remember
your poem and send my Lover out to gather Grapes.
I read that the Romans always had lots of Grapes at their Tables
on the huge Verandas where they enjoyed Romance.
Through the Centuries… Grapes are made into Wine.
Very seductive poem. truly, Pat
Excellent writing, ‘the pale of the day blushed’ awesome wordsmithing ! Geat Post
Nowt better than having a scantily dressed woman watching you plucking, makes the morning glory so much more glorious 🙂
Awesome!