Man For Pleasure
I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…
Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure
Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…
Who’d save man from pleasure?
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