Not hedging my bet
yet I do truly believe
if I were your Adam (Madam)
and you were my Eve
from on high above
love would be heaven-sent
as we could frolic in the garden
to our heart's content
from the fruit of our labour
with a smile all the while
we'd take a bite right from the apple
in serpentine-like style
then with no inhibitions
create quite the sight
as day fades away
until stars light the night
If 'music be the food of love,'
as the Avon Bard did write,
sing me a song of sixpence for my supper,
to see me through this star-crossed night.
And there'll be no need to drink to me
only with thine eyes,
as, for a happy hour or two,
a glass of euphoria I will pour for you.
A Green Fairy, guaranteed to relax inhibitions
and unwind the tired mind,
my fingers will do the walking
and talk to you in kind.
Rumoured to possess aphrodisiac qualities,
let's taste, not waste, nor this potent potion squander,
well you know, green means go and as true emerald is its hue,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
O, an island paradise sounds tempting
basking in the sun's rays
dipping our toes in the ocean
sipping margueritas at sunset
A world of pleasure at our fingertips
an end to worldly concerns...
So, why does my purse say No
~ At our age, can't it let go
I learned to let your inhibitions teach me.
That when we push everyone away-
We slowly become statues of ourselves.
As we become encrusted in the anger that stills our being.
Certainly, we have reached milestones together.
As kindness captured us.
But I am passing this cold front that is taking you-
I can still feel the chill…
And I sometimes pretend you are not gone.
Just inhibited.
Free from inhibitions
No more shyness to prohibit
The spirit’s intensity
From bringing extreme
Intimacy
Free from embarrassment
A shining example of passion
Awakening the power
Of sensuality’s caress across
Hearts
Free from any hang-ups
That might have been reasons
For never letting go and
Allowing abandon to capture
Informality
Free from the rose blush
Of shame, bringing doubts
Reflections of anxiety and fear
Conclusions that harbor worrisome
Reservations
Free from awkwardness
Without humiliation to graze
The naked dreams that penetrate
Deep within the one who knows no
Disgrace
Free from discomfitures
Without pride or egotisms
The whisper of inspiration from
One who listens to the song of spontaneity
Thriving
Free from self-consciousness
Dancing in the rain that accomplishes
More with it’s melody of lingering songs
Than any concert created by the one who is
Censored
The moment of “Hair down! Let yourself go!”
Walked right up to her door,
And she fell back, onto her truth,
Fell back onto her floor,
Where she ripped her soft layer of fake from her chest,
Threw it onto the ground,
Then tore off her layers of doubt and regret,
And lay without making a sound,
And her pure, her ethical heart grew brave,
Her heart flew free in the breeze,
Her heart held tight to all of her yearn,
As she playfully rose on her knees,
Where she smiled, in red, a delectable smile,
To the man with the beautiful thoughts,
The man who turns up, every Monday,
For her privately run yoga course.
He turned, and gait changed
Wanting to catch a moment
Her intent to do just that
To steal away affections
Could that time be stilled
and steal away one touch
Both thinking the same thing
wanting lips to part and meet
for misguided hands to find
soft places about her skin
the back of his neck to be gripped
Oh yes, reluctant lovers
so this is how that begins
Looking into her eyes so dark
pulling at his breath now
warm and delicate sweets
His passion rises with pulse
Inhibitions and clothes find floor.
A glass of wine and inhibitions waver
It is my need to tell my tearful truths.
I accept that it accomplishes very little
But the need is great, my tears, my proof....
Alone at this midnight hour I am, and
alone all the other hours of the day.
A glass of wine and inhibitions waver,
Pathetic whimpers and feet of bitter clay....
I think there is no pain quite like it..
It is filled with blood and flows so deep
A glass of wine and inhibitions waver
Morning promises that I will never keep...
Cryptic verse written with the madness
A glass of wine and inhibitions waver
It seems to come with unrequited love
Pain this day for my poor soul to saver......
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