A Scarlett Rose: A Southern Belle

chapter one~
'A Southern Belle'

Twinkling stars in a black southern sky
breezing swinging moss sway
across gulf winds plantation bars
wagon rumbling stops,
at the Governor's 'Gala.'

The Banquet Ball of the Governor's draw
'gayety' gathering for a social paw.
A red feathered cloud comes a drift
in a crimson formal dress
a Scarlett Rose walks in.

Gentlemen smiles and polite "How Do's."
A scarlett rose in hand, white glove new.
She crossed the sea of eye's and grins
to the balcony of
cool summer winds.

Embraced the night
as her hands touch the rail
inside the roars and cheers trail,
inner thoughts of emptiness sails
adjusted her breast for better flare.

"Champagne Madam"
a glass offered from another white gloved hand
whiskers twisted long curled strand
chuckles from a gigglish
charmed southern girl.

"I am Jon Claude,"
heels 'clacking' proudly taking
Miss Scarlett in hand
lips gentle lay upon willing skin
A Scarlett Rose pleasured a grin.

His hand's hold long held
with finger tips sensuous feel
gazing into two distant stars
he asked politely,
"And you are?"

"Oh where are my manners...
I am Miss Scarlett
of Peanut plantation grove."
A slight fluster arose
taking back her hand, she glowed.

Towards the night she swelled
the gentleman trailed
"To borrow from the cliche'
a rose by any other name is but a bud
to your blossoming beauty, Miss Scarlet
of pee-not pan ation groove!"

"Well, ain't that some horse shit!"
Miss Scarlett blurted then tried to swallow
words retrieved to late, unsleeved
"Pardon my French,"
Miss Scarlett relent.

The echoed sound of a new song sounded
"Shall we dance, Miss Scarlett?"
Her glass became grounded
the center of the balcony
they faced and rounded.

Like a sheet laid over a line
the two souls softly collide
toe to toe they meet
soaring and sailing
from side to side.

Hands laid together
like a soft down feather
eyes glued to a new
closing gap's wrath
across the balcony in drift.

Lips as close as a hair's rise
deep passion's blue glazed eyes
The kiss un-suprised
desires fly
virtues subside.

Songs run one into another
two birds stayed on balconies flutter
blending together like two sticks of butter
near passions flame
words lightly muttered

An escorted Buckboard buggy ride home
a Foreign Gentleman and Miss Scarlett Rose
night crickets Dixie swamp serenade
laughter across empty fields sprayed
for two bodies closely kept.

Rhythm in a squeaky buggy ride
to the mansion at a horse's stride
in the arms of a man from another land
long summer lip kisses strand
She felt his searching hand.

Wagon bed twinkled
but don't tell the steeple
a southern belle's luster
with a foreign muster
her passionate emotions rippled.

Dixie Mansion doorway 'good-byes'
finger tips release and cry
into the night down Spanish moss row
goes the first love ...
of Miss Scarlett Rose.

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A Scarlett Rose:

Chapter (1): 'A Southern Belle'
Chapter (2): 'Confederate Rough-ian'
Chapter (3): 'Northern lights'