Lovescape.
I am soft-sift in thine hands.
Fast as in an hourglass the drift
toward moments of intimate fancy
as thy kisses drench my expectant skin.
I am drawn to this Lovescape.
Fired by thy moth-soft voice I try
to view in thine eye jay-blue blazing
over-riding forsooth any female shyness.
I am much blown away by need.
Burnt to a frazzle in heat's bowl,
half-sunk under fire's thirsty heave
first resistance wilt die to passion's role.
I am sealed by thy fervour.
Bathed in desire's lusty flavour
and tasting bliss know for a certain
I thee favour and thus shalt capitulate.
Therefore I bid thee make haste.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2017 10:55
- Category: Love
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Comments7
Made my hairs stand on edge . Very good
Very, very nice. Classy.
Thank you FAY ~ This poem is elegant in both it structure and language. Its demure message is a tribute to the love of a Shy Lady to the expectations of her lover. Your poetry has raised the bar for MPS and encouraged us all to write better ! Thanks for adding a Perfect visual !
So pleased you enjoyed the poem dear friends - - and thank you for your supportive comments - am glad too that the visual was welcomed - I rather like adding an image to my verses.
Well written and expressed great write
Just love your use of the language Fay - superb.
In thine hands I am soft-sift. Moments of intimate fancy do magic in mind. Very amazingly I am drawn to this Lovescape. I am sealed by thy fervour. I am tasting the certain bliss here. An excellent poem is shared.
Thank you Pintu for this expressive comment.
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