Arousal.
I Day
always try waking Night by slowly kissing
his languid lips
with my first rays and twining pale light
round his lazy reclining.
I creep sinuously into Night's prostrated
stillness, glide through
his dreams and, seducing with soft
finger-movements,
I await his arousal.
Night without me would be inclined to
snooze time away
but I Day
douse his passion for inactivity.
An hour or two of early fore-play urges
on my inclination
before sunrise when work will call.
I feel my breast
heaving as dawn's dynamics surge
round my veins
so writhing with readiness I try again
but on failing
I Day
then push Night straight out of bed.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little verse of metaphoric fancy after the weekend - - the picture if one of a December sunset taken locally - hope you enjoy.
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BEAUTIFUL FAY ~ When one has experienced the sensual fulfilment of true love ~ The memory of it is always fresh and it always leads to arousal ! Tingled with the reality of a Cornish December Sunset ~ AMEN ! Yours as always ~ BRIAN
Beautiful write
Saw the title and thought I must read that - lol - pleased I did - another great write Fay
Good write Fay.
Beautiful write Fay, I could see this in my mind as the words came into it.
Fay, I think that turning night into day through a sexual encounter, written as beautiful as only you can do, is something really special.
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