On the crimson grass, she stretches in the breeze,
Her skin brushes against the whisper of time.
She lies down and dreams, the earth incense,
Her offered curves awaken the senses,
Her breath ignites her body aflame.
She melts and shapes a clay-like magma.
Her heart paints the sky in scarlet red,
She vermillions, pulses to carmine, bursts in joy!