Lovescape.
I am soft-sift in thine hands.
Fast as in an hourglass the drift
toward moments of intimate fancy
as thy kisses drench my expectant skin.
I am drawn to this Lovescape.
Fired by thy moth-soft voice I lie
and view in thine blaze of blue-jay
eyes bliss over-riding female shyness.
I am much blown away by need.
Burnt to a frazzle in hunger's bowl,
half-sunk under fire's thirsty heaves
is my first resistance to passionate role.
I am sealed by thy fervour.
Bathed by zeal's desired flavour
and close to yield I vote thy court
favoured thus to love must I capitulate.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2019 06:54
- Comment from author about the poem: An earlier post back by special request. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
Yes, lovely write again Fay.
you appear to have a superb ethic about the dimensions in which poets and people can only dream about. Your involvement to encapsulate a meaning towards the lovescape is thrilling to say the least. I have to remember and learn from this beautifully poem. Amazingly done.
This is most definitely a keeper, if ever there was... Whoever requested a re-post of these more than fine words... please forward me your details and I shall buy you a pint..... Neville
All your works are gems - this is a diamond.
nice write!!! 😀
Beautiful once more Fay.
This makes me think of my first love.... I don't think we ever love like that a second time. Beautiful!
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