Pleasure is black.
in Landscape by Robin Coste Lewis
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Pleasure has colors has
sight and sound
Is tactile and can smell.
It pleases
Heart and soul
Mind, well
Mind does not mind
What pleases you
Its your slave
And wants to please you
Always
It's not generic
Your pleasure may not be mine
The feeling of
Well being is differnt
But same in love.
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