Invitation.
Come my dearling,
lay yourself under this
naked sheet of love's longing
alongside of me.
Give shape to absence
of sated desire and throw
time backwards to when our
latent bedding glowed.
Come let us relish
coverless passion again
and forget any taken offence
for sanity's sake.
Hurl away pay-back,
uncurl crazy resentment
and heed this last invitation
to mend what matters.
Come my lover
bend to my lips and
unleash the treasure we can
still give each to each.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2022 04:46
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Comments9
Beautiful words , Fay 🙂🌸🌸
So pleased you enjoyed it dear Rose.
A very different genre from you miss Fay
So intense
Hhhmmm - well I like to write gentle erotica sometimes spills but dont often post the result as they tend to turn out intense.
this is splendid & on so very many different levels .. if you could just let me have your number again, I'll set off straight after me breakfast
.. surely one of your very finest Fay .. Neville x
Ha - - number is ex-directory Nev. but will whisper it when you've had ya fill - (of breakfast of course ) - - - for you are kinder than kind in your welcome review of Invitation..........................x
Good write Fay.
Your visit is always appreciated my friend and thank you for reading Invitation.
Beautiful in every way - wonderful form - not only do you have a touch of Hopkins I sense the spirit of John Donne within your style also! Impressive.
Ah - strange you should mention Donne - he always appeals to my sense of the spiritual in the physical - - maybe it is that we have the same birthday (Jan 22nd ) though I hasten to say he was born before me ! - -- glad you enjoyed the read Keith - my sincere thank you for your considered review.
Such an invitation cannot be rejected. Beautiful.
Nothing better than a bit of erotica to cheer your day up. I'm in the throes of desire, though it could also be delirium.
Yes, when so much has been right there can be a place to put away the wrong. What finer place than there, where together you celebrate the beauty and ecstacy of love's riches.
Wonderful lovelorn words Fay.
Andy
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