Oh What Pleasures

Oh what pleasures I have had
with just my thoughts of you.
I could not say them all aloud
for none would think them true.

Only I can treasure these.
Only I can know
what these pleasures have done to me
and where they had me go.

Into the garden under a bough
with no one there to see,
under the starlit evening skies
with your arms enclosing me.

Onto the fields in broad daylight
trying to avoid the sun,
succumbing to nature's mating call
We two become as one.

Oh what pleasures my thoughts do give
but never would I say.
I keep them silently in my mind
and pray they're true someday.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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