Preparation.
Rose, thou art a sea of fervent serenity.
Thy gown over-sewn with velvet redolence
adorns preparation of petal-sweet nectar
in waves of coverted message.
Desire pervades like unction's therapy.
May the morrow's wed oil regale thy bedding
as thou maid in finery wait shyless and scented
with heady aroma drenched.
Thus now be readied for oneness
smelling of love
Arrive timely Sir Knight with thine
ardour uncovered.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2017 03:45
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Your work is certainly in my top selection Fay - another super piece of work.
Will I swoon? I can't have 'ardour' meself! It gives me a funny turn! heehee. A fine write F.
Another beauty, Fay. The hits keep coming!
Stunning. I read aloud for the joy of feeling your words in my mouth. Just...sigh.
Your comment brightens my mind and my day dear Heather -- am delighted my words gave you joy.
Beautiful write, thank you Fay.
this is bloomin excellent... and I dont use the e word often.... love the language... or the L word either.... and to cap the whole thing off... tis more than just a token tug in the direction of erotica.......
Neville
Yup - I can be wery erotic should the mood just strike me in the wight places Sir Knight - - ha ha - - - - bloomin glad yu enjoyed it though or else I wud-av bin a tiny bit more than suppprised. Love that you used the L word tooooooooo...........................Fay
you can indeed Lady Fay..........
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