Pleasure Poem by Ravi Kopra

Pleasure



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.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pleasure
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