Pleasure
Primal as feel that touch of nice,
Loiter right here and linger well;
Embrace fine will with sensual spice,
Align wise cheer where pleasure dwells;
Such is the haste to acquire gain,
Urge speeds to steal the pleasing thrill;
Rush can lay waste in burning pain,
Expose the bill that claims a kill.
Apt as the scourge that hides in sin,
Glimpses of spoils tempt and deceive;
Ever now purge the surge that pins,
Notice turmoil beyond belief;
Dust frees true fate when toil feels fair,
Ask for clean slate to climb the stairs.
Leon Enriquez
28 January 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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