Wednesday, 4 May 2016

She lowers her eyes


Tempting, amoral
Just who would not look on her
Such is lust's draw card

 She lowers her eyes
Unselfish with her favors
The hook's been baited

 I woke from my dream
What on earth was I doing?
My wife's arm round me

 Brain you're a temptress
Winding my dreams round the past
All that's behind me

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9 comments:

  1. Alice Audrey4 May 2016 at 18:06

    Dreams are free. It's real life that counts.

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  2. Sheilagh Lee4 May 2016 at 18:10

    Dreams but the reality is your wife is there; lucky man.

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  3. hervoice-mywrites.blogspot.com4 May 2016 at 22:44

    Discipline is desire's worst enemy and usually wins. A wonderful poem.

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  4. Anita Sabat4 May 2016 at 23:07

    Past makes its presence felt in the present!
    Some dreams have to face reality :)

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  5. Jae Rose5 May 2016 at 04:29

    Lust's draw card - there's a thought..perhaps the brain is the best temptress..dreams are secrets after all

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  6. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry5 May 2016 at 08:18

    amazing,
    jojo moyes does agree with you.

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  7. Keiths Ramblings5 May 2016 at 14:56

    Tame that naughty brain! Nice one.

    Visit Keith's Ramblings

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  8. Cressida de Nova5 May 2016 at 19:02

    We are such stuff as dreams are made on.The Bard was right.

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  9. J Cosmo Newbery7 May 2016 at 17:22

    Freud would have something to say about that. He'd be wrong, of course, he always was.

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