Wednesday, May 4, 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. Dreams are free. It's real life that counts.

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

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

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

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

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

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