The soul has much to say
Simple pleasures...
Ironclad, habits
No urgency, no priority
The tickling of the senses
Universal, alias
...pleasure
A system of touch,
the small of a woman's back
A matter of trust,
matching her eyes
...to the color, of dawn
Fruit, under the guise of flesh
Pinto Gris? Strawberry, perhaps?
My tongue, my lips
Territorial, warfare
...there are, no losers
Her dreams sung,
as she sleeps
Breath of an angel,
secrets of an icon
...I won't tell, a soul
Caressed, by the wind
Her crown, the seams of tomorrow
Silken, prism
The hue, doesn't matter
...the future, is color blind
Simplicity's kiss,
so deep...so soft
Easy to love,
easier to keep
...I've never asked, for much
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Simple pleasures...
Simple pleasures...
