Once Upon A Time There Was Pleasure

when you were younger
oh, you remember the things that you've done

so much pleasure there
all over

your finger tips, your tongue,
your feet
pleasures reside in every mouth
lips
the giggle of the lone navel
the electricity in your
hair tips
the curve on the nape
the secrets of the thighs

you smile
over such memories
when you are alone
sipping coffee
one afternoon
upon a very cold day.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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