PLEASURES FACE

PLEASURE’S FACE

 

A smile from ear to ear it’d have, if pleasure had a face.
The muscles, sore from too much joy. No frown, you’d find no trace.
The eyes with brilliant colors shine and lead you to the source.
The soul so overfilled with love would keep you well on course.



A fragrance, unlike any flower, if pleasure had a smell.
Would draw you in and hypnotize and put you in its spell.
The brain would open up past thoughts and dream of yesterdays.
When love was pure, forever yearned, and built on better days.



If pleasure had a taste the quest for food would surely end.
For nothing in this simple world would taste as good again.
The tongue would surely go on strike and cease to taste mere tastes.
The body with out pleasures taste would simply fade and waste.



A voice of Angel choirs, it’s true, if pleasure had a sound.
Would wrap you in your mother’s arms and hold you in its bounds.
Then cradle you in thoughts so pure you’d never wish to leave.
And close your eyes and sing to you like only make believe.



Like holding clouds in out stretched arms, if pleasure had a feel.
Like barefoot days in long cool grass your soul begins to heal.
Your skin would ache to touch the touch the touch that pleasure brings.
Like lying here with you tonight my heart with pleasure sings.





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Just a poem about simple pleasure....
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