When it comes to life’s little pleasures,
some are more extravagant than others;
Perhaps exotic in pursuit and sporadic in measure-
Such are pleasures that others might treasure.
As for a creature of habit, routine
And a habitual homebody like me,
All I need to make each new day a dazzling dream are
The rousing constants inhabiting my daily scheme.
Be that the searing beads of serenity
Saturating my weary bones so splendidly...
Or the musky aroma of a steadfast summer rain
Seeping through the dodgy, decrepit window pane….
The rain… oh the rain, I shall most enjoy…
Although not by myself, but with a favored boy.
His hands- well they will softly stroke my shy, satin skin
And soon- my cheek brushes against his brisk, bristled chin.
This is a most treasured and dear time
For this pulsating body and beating heart of mine.
For next, our lips once again align- an act I never
Tire from- for it’s always as succulent as the first time.
These and more are the sparks in my soul-
The flicker of hope on days most dark and dull.
Life’s little indulgences are nothing short of inspired,
For in the end, they are what ignite the internal fire.