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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2023 13:36
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Comments4
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.
Guilt free satisfaction ... still calling? Hope you are listening, Fay....
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!
surely one of your finest .. and such a delightfully poetic and meaningful neogilism .. x
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