Pleasure it awakes in swirls of dreams,
Our thoughts hold the key to a slow sweet burn.
To our wildest and most tempestuous scenes.
Seductive and entralling time, causing rug burn.
Who plays the Queen of hearts, the lady prestine?
As our hearts smoke, cinder and ash burn.
Or wish we only for, human contact; no pipe dreams,
One hand holds another with compassionate concern.
A tiny fist squeezes back, dressed in winter white cream.
The pleasure in the laughter of baby’s unreserved.
The precocious and precious delights of a child us appease.
Giggling with exuberance, gurgles for future ice cream.
Of love and light and fascinating swirls gleaned.
Pleasure seeking knowledge, conversation purred.
Inspiration; genuflection to God, alter the flaws, appease.
Right the wrongs, make what’s true everyone’s concern.
Ambiant light; the truth in fog, bliss in dreams.
Lovers kiss, and delight in beloved’s eternal burn.
With desire and, touch, and scent, all streamed.
Only for a deep, true love, do some lucky, yearn.
Embrace, scintillate soulmate; live in love’s esteem.
Imperfections, what makes us human? To aid, serve.
Endorphins, serotonin, results in passionate beings.
But the true-love is rare; seeing life’s wheel turning.
Adoration of fractures in each other; lost words breathing.
Pleasure in such imperfect cracks of others learned.
Pleasure in memories; in night’s hectic moonbeam.
Yourself, thinking back; ignoring anxious concerns.
Of Pleasure indulge; of moments in life, redeeming.
Treasure seconds; breezy, blowing freedom unreserved.
As the light shines on, linger in pleasurable daydreams.
Feel yourself lost in thought, of life’s slow sweet burn.
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