Heady Times.
Mem'ry strides nostalgic walkway
as dark hides pleasured delight.
Desire guides sought after foreplay
in caves placed well out of sight.
Ready fires regret no finalés
Heady times those harbour nights.
-
Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2022 07:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 39
- Users favorite of this poem: Doggerel Dave
Offline)
Comments5
Flavor to be savored I think? Sounds lovely!
It may be just my mind, Fay. Permission to find this highly erotic.....?
Ha - -- -- Your mind is on track Dave - - but am grinning big here at that word 'highly' - -- I am partial to writing erotica and hope 'gentle' describes its effect - -- but then I aint got a man's devising equipment so permission is given but I take it the heat has gone now from your read.
Dunno about that, Fay I have a high level of recall sometimes.... I remind you once more.. It's my mind....
Heady Times indeed .. Who needs blue pills, oysters or powdered rhinoceros horn .. This is just what the doctor ordered Fay you norty girl you .. Tis truly lovely ma'am x
Great times in so few words Fay.
Andy
Well, Dave's finding it erotic, and I'm swooning - of course! lol.
Don't bring me into your perception, orchi - swoon for your self. You spend too much time with them anurous rats! 😃
They're giant rats than - help! Guinea pig little friends. You have higher threshold than me, before you swoon!
I don't swoon...I just.. now forty years ago...
You'll get no help from me there...wot about tailless mice (over fed)?
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.