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.
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Fay Slimm. (
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... 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
Double helpin' commin' up..............and for this sensuous comment thanking you muchly.
We must always move on in life when one chapter of our book finishes.
Andy
Agree wholeheartedly that moving on sometimes seems the best way - many thanks Andy for your continued support of my efforts at poetry.
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.
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.
Yes, caan I have some of that too?! Will it be too much for me? lol.
Thank you for your visit and read dear Orchi.
Beautiful poetry Fay!
Take care - Syd
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.
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.
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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