Dance on Pleasure

Poetae Opus

I'm still dancing on red plastic;
The Moon is so generous,
To offer her goblet to me.

I don't try to let myself go;
The repression is too dishonest when,
I summon my blue nature.

Sometimes,
It's easy to set the desires free,
In order to get a good communion with the earth;

The pleasure has been rooted centuries ago,

So it's not new that our psalms contemplate,
The purity of our flesh. 

  • Author: Poetae Opus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2017 19:39
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 26
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Damn..Man..That was absolutely Exquisite! Wow! Thank you for sharing..

    • Poetae Opus

      Thanks for your comment.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write.



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