PAD Challenge Day 17: Isle of Seduction


PAD Challenge Day 17: Write an exotic poem.

Isle of Seduction

I am your private island,
a temperate of voluptuous curves.
Come melt my sugar walls within.
Baptize yourself in the
depths of my sweet clearwater.
Stir it up and away.
Find your life within this life.
Back stroke inward then outward.
Invite my currents to house
your rhythms where my rain drops
rich rhyme schemes in between.
Cast away.
Let your heart ashore of mines.
Allow me to rescue you
while you wait for me to surrender.

D’ElegantOne



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