Missing.
Come sail out to desire's pinnacle.
Dive with me to encounter intent.
Split the stylus of linked suspicion.
Drown past neglect in carnal again.
Missing are kisses doused in passion.
Dreaming is out, - time's ripe to act.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cannot imagine why I thought of these sensuous words after viewing the image above - - ha - - hope you enjoy the result.
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Oh yes and yes again.... when the telly is more important than her whatevers...... hit the sack together and make hay..... the sun will shine and it will be a good fun day.
Two conditions must be observed.... he must remove his socks and she her marigold gloves.
funny, how we miss-out
on that eye-to-eye connection
to all things - monumental
within each passing second,
while busily immersed
in that eye-to-screen union
of our pixelated: escapes...
wonderfully creative dear Fay, such a fun read
............. bang on I say ... N
What's missing is the fire that once raged in hearts of young. Maybe a reminder of the early days and how the mutual attractions began will reignite that fire. Wonderful write Fay.
Kisses doused in passion, sounds great! The picture is quite funny
This is a very nice poem Fay! Great job!
That desires pinnacle has been taken from me but will return when we are together once more.
Andy
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