Gone

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Gone.


Now gone the spiced taste left by yesterday 
assigns no shame to todayness.             

Hunger for pleasure uncovered desire when 
wild disregarded tomorrow's effect. 

Last night of surrender still simmers. 

Bruised after we gave love a beating normal
caved in to clandestine need.

Already replacement sensations refuse all
                regret of un-tethered feelings.                             

Making whoopee behind closed curtains
                            knew unbridled emotion relieves.                                

Right now is behaving but desire still calls.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2023 13:36
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments4

  • orchidee

    Oh no, I will have to swoon. The making whoopee line! It's me sheltered life, you see. lol.
    Fido will fan me to revive me.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Guilt free satisfaction ... still calling? Hope you are listening, Fay....

  • Bella Shepard

    The shadow pic is perfect, beautiful but fleeting as the day ages. The after effects linger, satisfied and yet still enticing. Wow Fay, what a write!

  • Neville



    surely one of your finest .. and such a delightfully poetic and meaningful neogilism .. x



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.