I Write Poetry

[u]pleasure reigns[/u]

it startled as an idle curiosity
a single 'what if?' floating in my brain
a single try, now growing in velocity
and thus, started pleasure's reign

the fog in my head, like a flowing sink
forces my thoughts to flow into the drain
my head, whose mind emptied in only a blink
can only think about pleasure's reign

a sole thought causes a series of chains
with actions both playing and teasing in execution
all in order to act on a resolution
decided on by my brain, where pleasure reigns

days become weeks, weeks become seasons
each day my being sees this habit as treason
yet everyday, my body opens its floodplain
so it may bask in the glory of pleasure's reign

and thus my thoughts, my body, my being, had properly been slain
and in its place, becomes a land where only pleasure reigns