Once.
Unrested my mind,
yet wert I once thine
blest wouldst be night
whilst we ecstasy find.
Uneasy my soul,
yet wert I to hold
thee, as mine alone,
wouldst desire unfold.
Unsettled my sleep,
yet wert I with thee
need wouldst then be
pleasured impeccably.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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forsooth and by Saint John dear mistress Fay.. how tempting thy invite and perfectly put.... am on my way say's I........... Neville x
Oh Fie on thee mine fiery Lord - dost thou mean to deflower me without paying court ? - Before mounting thy steed pray be prepared for an earnest display of thine intentions - ought else methinks wouldst be deigned as greed - Moreover comest thou heavy with wealth of fine presents , then might I say yea - - or it may be nay !!!
Ah fain fain & fain again my Fay.. odds bodkins dear lady sweet, pure and true... do thee offer up said maidenhead freely so ... or needs must I slay a dragon or two as proof of my intention... this knights seed is freely give, should thee wish to tayke it... till then tho he shall gird his loins and hide behind his codpiece until a random pulse should break it.... if you would kindly make me privy to said desires by return pigeon, I would be most grateful x
Thanks FAY : Love the Picture & the Poem ! It describes exactly how I feel 11,500 miles apart from my beloved Brian !
Unrest in Mind : seeking Ecstasy
Unease in Soul : seeking Desire
Unsetled in Sleep : seeking to be
Thank God he will be my Easter Bunny !
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HI dear Angela - such a poetic feel to your comment after reading the pleas of a sleepless Lady --- thank you for reading and putting the poem into your reality.
A fine write Fay. I might have to swoon! lol.
Ah - - a swoon a day keeps the doctor away - or so I believe dear Orchi.
If Only
Great write gain Fay
Much enjoyed
Ah yes Andrew - - if only is the operative thought -- so glad you enjoyed the poem.
Wow Fay - I'll join Neville - off to the southbound platform - love it.
Ha ha ha - - well please read the reply I made to that Sire and if thou too canst match those few requirements and a duel pursues I might gift the winner - - my silken handkerchief !!
Yikes a duel - pens at dawn.
Betwixt the light of dusk and dawn
In deepest dreams my mind be drawn
To lay with thee through blessed night
Conjoined in flame forever bright.
Ha ha, you got my my poetic juices flowing with your words.
I certainly did D.A. and what a sensuous cocktail those juices made after the read - - methinks that medieval Lady would have been pleased. Grateful thanks for your visit and spicy comment.
Best we meet up sown by the harbour to speak about this farther. Smooth stuff, Fay.
Mistress Fay your words lead me back in the realms of time.
Those who can TRULY experience
Will never have to search again...
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