Seduction.
Try my artful seduction and feel replete.
I treat with lushness.
My skill overflows.
Tokens of passion are naught but deceit.
I induce muchness.
My bought ardour shows.
Romantic potions raise no great desire.
I apply moreness.
My wine maketh man.
Sip my abundance that sets blood afire.
Taste craft that's flawless.
Then escape if you can.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2019 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Felt like resurrecting a fun-poem today - -- hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
ah' the lure and the grip of a satin boa....... intoxicating.. in a fun kinda way..... delicious & then some.... Neville
Oohh a fine write Fay.
Once in her folds
No escaping her hold
Great imagery
No escape desired or planned.... drown me.
ESCAPE!!! are you mad???
Wonderful write AGAIN! Fay
Love the SSSsssaucey SSsssnake!
GOOD EVENING FAY : ANGELA HERE ! Its nearly NOON (Saturday) Ive just had BRUNCH and getting ready for a SAIL 16C = 61F not bad for two weeks into WINTER ! Love the sub-tropical CLIMATE here ! Brian left this one for me to reply to : He loved it ! In esence I agree with You FAY : It is the Ladies who are the SEDUCERS and the MEN who are SEDUCED ! Females were created with many more *Tokens of Passion* to offer than mere MEN ! The WINE of our Passion is RED : like VINTAGE RIOJA : and it does both MAKE & BREAK MAN ! One taste at the Fountain of our LOVE and they are Slaves to our PASSION for EVER & A DAY : AMEN ! Thanks for sharing : I love SEXTETS with an abcabc Rhyme Pattern : flowing !
Blessings & Peace & Love
Yours as always ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Trapped again Fay!
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