Fay Slimm.

New Appetite.

 

 

New Appetite.


A lust full of Karma passed and

eagerness lessened.

The honied moon of strong passion

a weaker light shed.

Love turned the pages to lies until,

cage ajar the bird fled.

Rules stifled new appetite yet revived 

was no false pretense.

Lit again female eyes noted hunger that

quenched thoughtless neglect.

Prized then the nectar fired by another with

not one sign of regret.