Young Emotion.
Happiness
was a romantic poem entitled
To You,
a single red rose
on the pillow of a four-poster,
and when waking
great to remember our passion.
Happiness
was slurps of fresh grape-juice
on pursed lips,
a first taste of champagne and
steamier sips
of nectared thirst shortly after.
Happiness
was racing rain and skinny-dips,
damp towels
round naked limbs ready again
for love's exchange,
decadent the kisses we snatched.
Happiness
though past becomes new again
gives the same thrill,
feels fused with excitement for
in looking back
young emotion needs its match
and with him
I believe we had both found that.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments3
So very true Fay, that happiness comes from so many different places.
Andy
Happiness comes if we allow it to Andy and you certainly do that every day. - -thanking you muchly for commenting on Young Emotion.
Cor blimey, here you just perfectly nailed both happiness & and young love Fay .. aye lass, poemed to perfection................................ x
Thought it might brighten the day - - -- and so glad you enjoyed the read - - aye lad that's what young emotion did for us lucky ones who had been there and got the full ticket .........x
YOUNG EMOTIONS, poetically scribed and to reminisce, thank you dear Fay.
First time the HEART PALPITATED and the BRAIN FROZE
How right you are dear Suresh - - both heart and brain are lost in young love. Thank you loads for your read and comment.
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