Poem-Pleasure

Pleasure

The warmth, the glow

do you know?

The fever of desire

you could'nt feel higher.

The tingle

the thought

and all you've been taught.

Of all the things money can buy

I still have to ask myself why

The contentment and kindness

and all of those things

nothing at all compares

to the pleasure it brings.

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