First

Fay Slimm.

 

First.

 

In the garden where love ever grows

we tasted summer's golden ooze.

 

Waxen cells melted as spirit to spirit

we sipped sweet honey's lit candle.

 

When raw emotion quenched thirst

we scented desire's hotter liqueur.

 

Fresh as then is that untied illusion 

I could ever forget first passion.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2021 04:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments4

  • Neville

    Now don't get this old fella going .. I could rant forever extolling the various virtues and merits of this passionate post of yours ..
    Four perfectly formed stanza's stacked with such precision that even before reading I just knew I was gonna fall head over heels for them .......... Neville x

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ha - -- Nowt but a cold bath is needed for old fellas to get over this hot read - but for sure dear Neville that does not and never will include you ...............x

    • Accidental Poet

      Very enjoyable read Fay. 😊

    • dusk arising

      Oh no you couldn't LOL for there is so very much of it in your poetry you tease.

      Sensual as ever in the garden of love.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful romantic words Fay.

      Andy



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