...Pleasure...

Embraced by your love,
immortal passion yearns for quenching.
Kindred spirits on a quest for happiness,
for each other,
for a haven for the love,
the passion.
Masquerade unneeded, unwanted.
Love is a feeling that comes in many ways,
the scent of a woman,
the taste of her sweet lips,
the heat from his breath,
the scent of his skin,
you can hear her heart pounding,
you can see the gleam in her eyes when you say, “I love you.”
and you can touch her silky smooth skin.
How in this world,
when we stimulate our senses with false pleasures,
can we loose sight of the pleasure that one person can bring you,
and make you feel as if you just let your mind have the real pleasure it wants,
it needs,
The love of one, the one true pleasure.