Ladies, as a woman who’s had her day of prime;
Who’s body has corroded slightly through the thought of time;
I have some words of wisdom that I feel may help you too,
Filled with observations from all that I’ve been through…

Ladies, let it wobble, let your body flow;
Feel the freedom of your skin, allow the shame to go.
Dangle from the chandelier; swing from curtain rails;
For posing in position, the lust just quickly fails.

Don’t lay there on your back, sucking in your tummy,
For fear the man you love will find your wobble funny,
Stretch your mind and see the truth; your man he likes the wiggle,
Your man he craves the whole of you, he loves your every ripple.

Your body is so perfect, each wobble so unique;
A vision of perfection is not what humans seek.
Each man has eye for looking but also eye for feel,
And man can look but feelings flow when loving feels more real.

A cardboard cutout perfect 10 may catch a glance of thought,
But the wobble from the chandelier is love already bought,
So let it loose dear ladies
And see what passion brings,
When you learn to love your wobble and embrace your bingo wings!

Yes, there’s some in life, so fixed in their own view,
But anyone who judges love isn’t meant for you,
So be yourself, the whole of you, let it all hang out,
For you are loved for all you are, of that I have no doubt.

Heather Lea