Pleasure


It is a shame that I should feel this way,
a shame I say the things that I say.
How I allow such situations to arise,
I should refuse my mind to fantasize,
but if I hold this all inside,
behind my door I try to hide.
I feel my hand’s warm embrace,
a smile parts the lips upon my face.
No one can make this feel so well,
and I realize that I should not tell
how wonderful it is to place myself
in ways I have felt with no one else.
I shall not be ashamed of this;
it is all I know to bring me bliss.

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