Guilt and Pleasure
Shades of color bind us in the guilty pleasure,
Entwined memories of past our deceitful treasure,
Reflect within the golden hue in muted red measure;
Savour the divine joy without hate or displeasure:
Occult beauty touch me with thy sunset desires,
Prolong quivers of passion in the dusky fires;
In delightful mysticism as the tresses conspire,
Playing with the eclipsed night in the insidious attire:
Longing in conspicuous moments engulfed by night's tilt;
Nature enshrines love beyond the dark altars of guilt.
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