Uninhibited Dreams

poem in rhyming quatrains

 

Uninhibited dreams.

 

The clock strikes twelve, the witching hour.

When demons come into their power.

And succubi tempt honest men

 to succumb to evil lust again.

 

Though honest men are not averse

To dreaming dreams which are perverse.

They dream of forbidden delights

which titillate the appetites.

 

They would deny indignantly.

But in their dreams they are quite free.

To indulge their fantasies.

They aren’t quite what they claim to be.

 

Beneath the public mask they wear.
Their inhibitions disappear

When they’re asleep or so it seems

They can enjoy  salacious dreams.

 

Which do no harm to anyone

When they awake the dreams are gone

Almost as if they’d never been

Projected on their mental screen.

 

So they can sin vicariously

Although they still pretend to be.
Pillars of the community.

Upholders of propriety.

 

Friday, 23 December 2011 http://blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers