Fay Slimm.

Seduction.

 

 

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.

Comments7

  • Michael Edwards

    I'm seduced - great fun Fay

  • Louis Gibbs

    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!

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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

  • MendedFences27

    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.

  • FredPeyer

    Even if I wanted to, I could not escape your incredible writing, Fay!

  • Goldfinch60

    The entrapment worked Fay, is there anyway out. Good write.

  • Joe Dawson

    She blew into my life like an act of God. All was calm and likely to remain so when suddenly... Joe



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