Best.
I have heard
male sighs of desire,
smelt the heat
of arising fervour,
tasted passion
nectared with fire
and sensed need
stirring blood's urge.
But best for sure this
newly felt end
of lifelong thirst his
love has quenched.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments9
True love is never ever quenched, it just gets stronger.
Andy
My word, what have you been drinking? There's a lot of love in your poetry lately.... who is he?
Hope springs eternal for a conclusion of love here but i don't mind admitting i'm hiding from it.
Okay step back from the man quencher, you don't know where he's been. Actually, step forward to the man quencher, who cares where he's been.
Passion this is - good for you Fay.
Good write Fay.
Beautiful, Fay.
While the fire of lust is easily quenched
The fire of true love cannot be drenched
and your poetry proves it again and again
My Dear Fay,
Love, love, loveā¦
What a wonderful wordā¦
What a wonderful feelingā¦
What a wonderful gift!
A beautiful read,
to say the least.
Thank you for sharing the gift of your pen.
Lauraš»
This is hot stuff Fay .. maybe too hot for an old fella to handle .. so well poemed tho' I am sure some geezer out there is gonna be bright pink and gushing warmly all day .. x
Ha ha - -- no geezer but thee saw through the last stanza so maybe only you got the warm pink colour -- right glad though you enjoyed the ride into my version of gentle erotica .............x
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