Last Pleasures

When I am old and grey, I shall
eat chocolate as I lie upon
the bed where once we made
such sweet and tender love
and taking stock of all I knew
I will take each morsel and chew,
wonder at the extravagances
that once I had so indulged as
with a sigh of pure delight,
each crumb that I will devour
for nothing is so sour and sweet
as tasting forbidden pleasures
upon the hour of my demise.
Oh such mouth watering, edible
confectionary, how I crave the
taste and depravity of divine
pleasure taken in this bed of mine.




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Written on 2020-10-31 at 18:14

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This is sweet and tender. I like the idea of "last pleasures." By the way, your poem also reminded me of Jenny Joseph's poem, "Warning." In love with both of the works. Thanks for posting! :)
2020-11-06