Fay Slimm.

Lovescape

 

 

Lovescape.

 

I feel soft-sift in thine hands.

Fast as in an hourglass the drift
quickens toward intimate contact
while kisses drench an expectant skin.

I am drawn to warm Lovescape.

Fired by thy mothsilk voice I lie
wishing more to take ravished gaze  
which over-rideth my maiden shyness.

I seem much given to yield.

Seared to frazzle on need\'s rack
fear beaten with thine ardent flame 
dieth mine early resistance to passion.  

I be sealed by thy fervour.

Bathed by zeal\'s desired flavour
and close to swoon I, my Lord, thy
court favour thus shalt soon capitulate.