Real Feels Right.

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.