Pleasure

This is a poem about pleasure.
     This is a poem about knowing how to touch – how to stroke the flesh and loose the mind. This is a poem about the erotic, a lesson in delicious, torrid, forgetfulness.
     This poem will make you forget control, your fingers will curl, your legs will squeeze and, after it’s all over you will know, will feel – a desire for intimacy that sends lava through your veins and set the sun in your stomach, burning you up from the inside out.
     This is a poem about pleasure.
This is a poem about expressing yourself in a kiss, about pure sexual bliss, about giving in to the moment and the one that jealously comes after. This poem isn’t about minutes or a couple of hours – it’s about the entire night and part of the next day. This poem is about exposing the parts of yourself that you clothe in society and politeness and fear.
This poem will make you grit your teeth and fight the rising tide, not because people will see but because the table is too damn small.
     This poem is about endings – say goodbye to self-control, to your boundaries of experience – through this poem you will gain a new standard of pleasure in all forms be they quaint or eccentric.
     This poem isn’t about being lonely but about feeling the glory in your own sensuality.
     This is a poem about pleasure.