Essence of Pleasure

“Antagonizing anticipation, as I sit and wait
my delighted senses lose control
The driven pleasure in my soul
fueled by the heart’s desire of
getting lost and being rescued by
being in your renowned presence
the escape I crave, the heat to my internal flame
With every reunion, we repeatedly beat with a sense of ease
Like music, we harmonize to each other’s chord

The moment I leave (an end), is the moment right before I get to see you again (to a new beginning)…”

END

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