Real Feels Right. - Poem by Fay Slimm
Nebulous thoughts when collected in secret
Subtely waft magic round dream-bonded mind,
Stifling reluctance they beckon with sweetness
Moments of love which leave shyness behind.
They work to immerse faint-hearted resolving
With swirls of romantic intent, which amounts
To orgies of sensuousness when revolving
Around fanciful lust, no conscience counts.
From platters of heat night-dreams feed raw passions
Which impregnate sleepers, who in day's light
Run far away from visions like these, bashful
Thought yields to conceiving that real feels right.
Beware though the wantonness hidden by day
But rampant the moment eyes start to close.
Conventional masks often crumble away,
Leaving the real self displayed but exposed.
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