Appetite.
A lust full of met Karma meant
eagerness lessened.
Dimmed passion bred doubt
as yield was withheld .
Calm turned to distress until
bars split and bird fled.
Desire led stale appetite to
try fresh-mate pleasure..
But ardour has females fire
heart-rending questions.
Will new lover's plied nectar
ferment no regrets ?
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
I got no appetite for them figs. I dare not risk it! It's TMI (Too Much Information) to tell ya more.
Poor Orchi and his fig troubles. lol.
Turning the page is quite a release with relish. The tale moves along at an agreeable pace. Thanks for sharing.
enjoyed over breakfast, before work & I feel sure it will be enjoyed again at the end of the day, after tea, maybe .. x
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