Seduction.
Try my artful seduction and feel replete.
I treat with lushness.
My skill overflows.
Tokens of passion are naught but deceit.
I induce muchness.
My real ardour shows.
Romantic potions raise no great desire.
I apply moreness.
My wine maketh man.
Sip my abundance that sets blood afire.
Taste love that's flawless.
Then escape if you can.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Felt like resurrecting a fun-posting today. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments6
I'm seduced - great fun Fay
A punctuated poem ... what an interesting departure for you, Fay! It is fun to experiment with these different forms, isn't it. I enjoyed this amusing one!
WOW FAY ~ Love this cheeky poem and cheeky visual ~ a real libido raiser ! Love the invitation to UNCAP & TAP ~ BUT ~ I know I would never ESCAPE and what would ANGELA do then ~ poor thing ! Love you even more when you are being frivolous ! Yours as ever BRIAN XOX
The call of the siren, not to be taken lightly, but with extreme caution, for escape may not be possible. Oh, but to die a thousand deaths. To die in the fire of passion, is to live again. Sultry and sweet, a delicious poem. - Phil A.
Even if I wanted to, I could not escape your incredible writing, Fay!
The entrapment worked Fay, is there anyway out. Good write.
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