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.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2020 02:28
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  • Neville

    ... Quite summat is this our Fay

    Appetite whetted & imaginations well n truly stirred ..

    He'll take a dubble helpin of what the lass infurred ...

    Neville ... x

    • Fay Slimm.

      Double helpin' commin' up..............and for this sensuous comment thanking you muchly.

    • Goldfinch60

      We must always move on in life when one chapter of our book finishes.


      • Fay Slimm.

        Agree wholeheartedly that moving on sometimes seems the best way - many thanks Andy for your continued support of my efforts at poetry.

      • dusk arising

        A story of regret, repair, revitalisation and readiness. Life's rich tapestry. What resilient things we are to over come such hurt as love can bring. Such a powerful driving force is this pairing desire within us all.

        • Fay Slimm.

          I truly agree with your thoughts on the subject of New Appetite D.A.- -- we none of us know how romance will turn out and how love can hurt once we are attached.......... thanks so much for your visit and welcome comment.

        • orchidee

          Yes, caan I have some of that too?! Will it be too much for me? lol.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thank you for your visit and read dear Orchi.

          • Syd

            Beautiful poetry Fay!

            Take care - Syd

            • Fay Slimm.

              So kind of you Syd to say you saw beauty in the piece entitled New Appetite - - -- glad too you caught the message of moving on.

            • MendedFences27

              Life is a series of changes. One must keep going through it all. "And the butterfly flapped her wings" as a result of a tornado 3 days previous. One event leads to another. "Regrets" should never be felt, when making ones path through life.
              Enough philosophy. Another lovely poem, Fay, and somewhere a butterfly is flapping her wings. - Phil A.

              • Fay Slimm.

                Yes life can deal us love which turns into pain when changes take place and then we have decisions to make........... I really appreciate your visit and perceptive comment on New Appetite Phil

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