Impatient

Fay Slimm.

 

 

 

Impatient.

 

When at last his boat harbours

ends anticipation.

 

Cargo of un-tied togetherness 

waves as it vibrates. 

 

Bales of unloaded sensation will 

strive to be tasted.

 

Pay-loads of waited-for nectar 

sit ready for later.

 

Passion survives only if often 

 its action is savoured.

 

I know boarded fervour when        

beached must be bated.

 

Hatches down-closed signal         

mate is impatient.                

 

I can't wait to un-bottle and  

sip all his hot freight..

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2021 04:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Saw the image of female waiting and felt a bit nautically naughty - hence the fanciful thoughts that might enter her head - - - hope you enjoy.
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  • Accidental Poet

    Don't forget to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign. Well penned Fay. 👍

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - Too true A.P - -she certainly should do just as you say when that boat comes in. Glad you enjoyed the read and thank you for dropping by.

    • L. B. Mek

      'Bales
      of unloaded sensation
      striving, to be tasted.

      Pay-loads
      of waited-for nectar
      sit ready for later.

      Passion survives, only
      if often
      its action is savoured.'
      wonderfully vivid, dear Fay
      there's enough sizzling sensuality
      in your poetry, to cause
      global warming, all by itself... lol

      • Fay Slimm.

        Ha ha -- your final statement set me chuckling with its ready wit - - thanks L.B. for your visit and such an encouraging comment.

      • Neville


        if you know summat he don't .. you better just send him a note ........

        can you not sea, nautical naughtyness does it for me ................................... tis luverly say's this reluctant land lubber ... x

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ha. - well - am sending that note though I know nowt what about and am seaing quite clearly
          that you mon ami must like the nautically naughty in me - (secretly chuft but nuff sed ).........x

        • dusk arising

          Well rip my nets on rocks if this aint a saucy missive. She cant wait till she surfaces his trawl and empties the goodies from his cod end. (All good trawlermen terms you understand).

          Now I know why sailors and fishermen walk with wobbly legs.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Am still in stiches after reading you comment on my little nonsense today dear D. - -- your wit is just what I needed to know for I wondered how the piece would be taken - great that found the read entertaining. Hey and hanks for the info. on wobbling sailors.

          • The elder poet

            A ppem that shows love and wanting. But never saying the words.A very nice write. Thank you Fay for sharing.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Ah -- I am delighted you enjoyed the read my friend.

            • Goldfinch60

              Beautiful imagery seen in your words Fay.

              Andy

              • Fay Slimm.

                Am so glad you enjoyed the read. Thank you so much for your continued encouragement dear Andy



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