The Samurai and the Lady

He parted the silk
and traced her skin with clusters of
pink sakura.  His lips
Followed their trail.  He
pulled flowers from the clusters,
scattering on her skin.
Teasingly he blew
them away.  Here, now there, and
And there.  He smiled and
Pulled her to him.  Soft
as petals against him, he
touched her in wonder.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lly1205
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 19:30:43

    This is lovely, and it reminds me so strongly of the story I’m writing, which has a Japanese influence. Since you also enjoy the culture, if you ever have any advice on what I’m writing I’d be glad to hear it 🙂



  2. The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 21:14:58

    You just put Rumi to shame. If that isn’t sensual I don’t know what it. Great!


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