He had his own
Licence to thrill
I stood in awe of
His preternatural skill
I applauded his efforts
A fan here, until
This licence for pleasure
Just precede the kill
He’d been born it seemed
With a licence to please
His general bonhomie
His all-around ease
And I might have stayed there
Might yet be appeased
But his licence to love
Was just his preference to tease
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
A lovely poem Helen, the trials and tribulations of love and our efforts to not only find it but have it satisfying in some way. How disappointing to discover it was only a tease, contemptuous I would say. Sorry I’m feeling like I’m about to get up on my soapbox..lol
LOL, jump on the soapbox and have your say, I say!! Thanks for your kind comments, as always!! 🙂
Thanks, it’s early, I was getting far too excited….lol
So Helen, you didn’t BOND with JAMES after all? 🙂
LOL, no, he’s such a player!!! 🙂 🙂
I really enjoyed your poem. Have a wonderful evening, Barbara
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Very nice.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
You are so welcome and talented!
Wow, thanks again!! 🙂
Creative license. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
To the person I can never have 😉 thanks for this Helen 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂