Preparation.
Rose, thou art a sea of fervent serenity.
Thy gown over-sewn with velvet redolence
adorns preparation of petal-sweet nectar
in waves of coverted message.
Desire pervades like unction's therapy.
May the morrow's wed oil regale thy bedding
as thou maid in finery wait shyless and scented
with heady aroma drenched.
Thus now be thou readied for oneness
smelling of love
Arrive then timely Sir Knight with thine
ardour uncovered.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
I tend to swoon with 'ardour' in my dafter moments! lol.
Glad you enjoyed the read Orchi.
ye gods and verily by both saints John & George .. even his ardour would be gettin arder ...
three courses on a single plate .. I remember knights like that ... but now consigned to days of yore i fear ...
The perfect example of subtle and tasteful literary seducery I have come upon in yonks .... erotica for ladies and gentlemen of taste .... 🙂 x
Ha - Oh Nev. - your sense of humour gets to me each time - - - Side-splitting chuckles and more at your comment on Preparation.........Your very first line had me in stitches- - - am sooooo pleased the read gave you a remembered lift !!! ..........x
Satisfactorily olfactory, Fay.
I'm likely to get lost in reminiscence if I ponder on this for too long.
Thanks
Ah - Dave am so glad you found Preparation drawing you into a memorable past - -- i love your clever first words of comment -- tried to say them aloud and got me tongue in a knot !!
It just conjures Artharian times to my mind Fay. Superb
That dear Sax is such a humbling compliment and thanking you muchly for reading and leaving your generous comment on Preparation.
Cor blimey missus, that's just like the exchage we had behind the youth club in August '67. I remember it well.
Forsooth fair one. Thou dust impart a stimulant most becoming and verily beyond the capture of words other than those with such lavish layn before me by the caress of your loving digits upon quill of delight. Ahead calls the luxury oiling of the wills in the togetherness of our garden's inner promise. Now where's the bliddy viagra?
By 'eck Fay, a right cracker of a post.
Oh you have had me in stiches over this comment - you darling man have such a wit and I would sorely miss your in-put so loads of thank yous dear Dusk for your visit and rib-ticklin review of Preparation.Ha ha - -- Love it to bits.
Beautiful Fay, I will be there on my horse with my armour on but my ardour uncovered.
Andy
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