Chafing.

 

 

Chafing.

 

The ready aroma of un-begun love
pervaded the fetters in which she simmered.
The chafing of hungry restraint 
cloistered her longing and calloused the
rigid decorum of concord.

 

The lady burned for the covert, craved
the taboo and dreamt
of surrender to reckless behaviour,
yet still concurred.

Locked in ruthless austerity of hollow
convention warm
juices gelled when met with rejection.

As the haze of make-believe parted
revealing reality 
so starkly set she started to weep.

 

Lucre pursued produces poor little
rich girls who, rule
immersed in frigid formality, learn
as they yearn for love.

Reviews

[Neville]

This has just shot up to the very top of my personal Fay Slimm favouwrites .. complex, tender, sensual and oh' so very subtly erotic.. An altogether well crafted bit o love/erotica, perfectly poemed and crying out to be read and enjoyed ............................................. Neville

[Fay Slimm]

You are very generous my friend - - -so pleased you mark it as a favourite read and sincere thank yous for this supportive review .......... Fay

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This lovely and erotic, Fay.
Romantically embellished with words that fits their places.
I really enjoyed this pieces and like its amazing end.

Well penned.

[Fay Slimm]

Am delighted you enjoyed the poem so much Kay and thank you so much for your visit and read.

[emmajoy]

As the haze of make-believe parted - revealing reality -so starkly set she started to weep.

The l anguage you u se is com plex-wonderful, its phr asing so very rich. You 'talk' of passion, the bliss of thinking about and wanting it.. desperately.. spoiling for it. H owever, such a cold fin ish, a realisation that friendship, warmth and lovr, can't be bought. Is's more.. far, far, far more.