Red Silk Sonnet…

1 November 2011


Afloat upon a sea of silken red
She lies becalmed after the opening storm
Her skin unsheathed too soft for hands to tread
My trembling touch would rend her radiant form
A cool air that conceals her rampant heat
Falls on her body like the morning haze
And innocence that knows of no conceit
Does shame all self and almost mends my ways
My love and lover’s beauty sings to me
In melodies to match the Sirens’ choir
No finer temptress could there ever be
I cannot stay away nor stay desire
So all control falls crumbling into dust
I spoil her in so sating wanton lust

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 16

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40 Responses to “Red Silk Sonnet…”

  1. SuzyQ said

    mesmerising…”Afloat upon a sea of silken red” beautiful!

  2. her skin unsheathed…nice turn of phrase…you do dance the words well in this…and present a most beautiful image….

  3. hedgewitch said

    Sonnets are the most perfect form of poetry when done right–a mangled mess when bungled–don’t write them much myself, but I do savor a good one, as there’s nothing finer, and this was one of that nothing finer kind.

  4. Smooth as silk, fluid as water, drenching words to revel in. Quite a lovely sonnet, brilliantly executed. Well done.

  5. Ravenblack said

    Skillfully written sonnet. Rather sensual too. Enjoyed reading this very much.

  6. claudia said

    hmmm…flows smooth as silk you sonnet..She lies becalmed after the opening storm…beautifully intimate..

  7. expatinCAT said

    Well-crafted and wonderfully sensual. // Peter.

  8. ayala said

    Beautifully written!

  9. Yes! Yes! Yes! Very nicely done! You are creating some beautiful pieces Pervagus.

  10. kez said

    beautiful oh to be lusted after so ….. thanks for sharing x

    • Pervagus said

      Thanks for reading and commenting Kez. Lust is a great fulfilment, a double edged sword, or a deadly sin, depending on your perspective I suppose, but it’s great to be wanted nonetheless.

  11. Lovely choice of words and images.

  12. kelly said

    Her skin unsheathed too soft for hands to tread…

    love this line…such a beautiful, sensual image, the whole poem has that same feel, just lovely.

  13. Wonderful use of (for me) a difficult form. It flows smoothly and your images are stunning.

  14. “Does shame all self and almost mends my ways”… almost but, “So all control falls crumbling into dust”. Ah well, at least you tried. ๐Ÿ™‚ This was lovely.

  15. Wow, lust garbed in desire and passion and love… I enjoyed it. Your words… in the beginning so soft and yet enticing…

    ‘Her skin unsheathed too soft for hands to tread
    My trembling touch would rend her radiant form’

    … and then moved on to the heats of passion… softly un-veiled in desire and lust…

    Great piece of writing… thanks for sharing..

    Shashi
    เฅ เคจเคฎเคƒ เคถเคฟเคตเคพเคฏ
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  16. Beautiful sonnet. Tender, authentic and deliciously erotic. Love it!

  17. Sensual, soft, tempting. A lovely read.

  18. The gift of sensual communion is but another of God’s many blessing of love for us.

    Beautiful passion and poem!

  19. profound, you rock.

    check us out, join if you could.
    best.

    ๐Ÿ˜‰

  20. Pervagus said

    Thank you! I should so I shall. So much great poetry out there to be inspired by ๐Ÿ™‚

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