Invited.
If thou be the spear that pierces my soul
never will thrust seem so sweet.
The softest of places thou couldst control
if thou engage me and never retreat.
Open the floodgate of my waiting heart,
then bolts to thy force will yield.
Need oileth means therefore naught bars
thine attention to couplings complete.
Enter thy sword in this scabbard of mine
for avid desire longeth for thee.
Abide in mine chamber to serve invited
access to no other lady than me.
Step nobly my lord into virginal sheets
as fervent ardour bedecks my bed.
This un-robed lady mindeth to please
so by morrow we mightest feel wed.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2022 04:06
- Comment from author about the poem: The picture inspired some fanciful versing - - hope you enjoy this weekend snippet of gentle-erotica .
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"If thou be the spear that pierces my soul"
She waits her lover with bated breath, methinks.A man who "maybe" already married? Or maybe lost over the hills,or dales and awaiting his return.We "know" that she is his,due to the writing Fay
Goodness me,and it's Sunday!!
Back to the Commonwealth Games 🥵
Fido might not let me read this, if it's too 'exciting!' lol. I will put him out the back garden a while. Quiet, Fido! heehee.
you are indeed the mistress of subtle and tasteful erotica my lady .. more power to thy nibs .. Neville x
Dear poetess, I'm hanging on every word. This coupling beautifully and elegantly told. One can dream!
Wonderful loving words Fay.
Andy
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