Unabashed
Not ashamed
Somewhere balanced on the beam
Between timid
And untamed
Lacking in
Conditioned elegance
A quaint existence
Without pretense
Highly unsophisticated
Mostly overlooked, very underated
Rarely afforded a second glance
Often passed over in favor of
Extravagance, glitz and glamour
Oh, won't you give her a second chance?

Simple nude

So very glad to meet you, I am
My newly discovered acquaintance
How long have you been standing there?

So unabashedly you lean backwards
Naked in your impish stance
Quite casual and without any care

There is more than meets the eye
From that gaze I begin to sense
Something other than what you already bare

By the look of at mischevious grin
Dimpling your countenance
I gather you have something else to share

Would you tell me your secret?
Or do we continue this subtle dance?
But of making these inquiries I do not dare

I would rather take my time
Appreciating the fleeting moments
So precious few and far apart to spare

For you I sit here waiting reclined
Little Girl is what you are thinking
Age is just a state of mind
And appearances are often deceiving

Looking deeper, your are sure to find
The essence of my truest being
Always one step ahead and two behind
Your rigid, habitualistic believing

Many a man I have shown
What he was not accustomed to seeing
And very few of them I have known
Recognized the woman you are now receiving

Let this riddle be yours to unwind
If you are in the habit of disagreeing
However, as for staying I am inclined
But this Little Girl is now leaving

The thinking man's beauty
Is somewhat elusive to behold
Never appearing quite the same
On any other given day

The thinking man's beauty
Is far from being young or old
Yet is nowhere in betwixt such things
'Tis really difficult to convey

The thinking man's beauty
Is subject to frame of mind
Changing with emotions flowing
As joy gives way to sorrow

The thinking man's beauty
Is incapable of being defined
Existing outside conscious knowing
May you recognize it tomorrow