Pleasure

Hedonistic?
What if I stated I only live for pleasure,
a life of joy.
Joy through my senses.
I attain it at my own cost,
it may bring about difficulties for me,
but it gives me pleasure.
So why shouldn't I?
It's causing someone happiness,
and another mental pain. 
So is it right or wrong?
What if its neither.
No morals are attached to my pleasure-being.

Anyways we are motivated by our self-interests,
so then why should I be stopped from attaining pleasure at all costs.
I exist alone,
I'm breathing right now without your help.
So do I owe you my pleasure?
Why then will you take it away?


Such a simple word,
it slurs in your mouth,
your tongue rolls,
your lips curl.
A hiss clouds your taste.
A simple word that evokes so many thoughts,images.

Kinky thoughts.
Happy thoughts,
Memorable thoughts.
Erotic thoughts.
Yummy thoughts.
Sensual thoughts.
Thoughts that isolate you from a majority of this population.


Sex,
questionable films,
movement,
free flow of legs,
touch,
eye contact,
melted cheese,
clean bathrooms,
ironed clothes,
crease-free bed sheets,
words.
Pleasure derived is pleasure attained.

Is it a sin then,
to want to always exist in that state of pleasure,
where only you count.
So if i go to any limits to attain this pleasure,
then I'm self justifying my actions.

Am i committing a crime,
by being so happy.
Will you question my happiness,
because yours doesn't match up to mine?
Criminals have been charged with attaining pleasure,
at its most violent,destructive,
chaotic form.
If I'm not causing you harm,
then is it still a crime?
Can i be branded a criminal for wanting my pleasure.

What if I told you that I could fly,
I've touched the tips of melting ice-caps.
It gives me pleasure to say so,
the idea of truth and lies,
doesn't even figure here.

I could touch you,
just a light impression of my fingerprints.
Of course not to violate your sense of space,
touch or feeling.
Just to let you know,
pleasure isn't just a word,
it's a state of being.


So what is termed as hedonism,
I can even call salvation towards a higher power,
power of the wondering imagination.


Back to the pleasure syndrome,
don't shy away from it,
frequent it whenever possible.

Cheese and sex might go together,
touch and movement,
clean bathrooms and questionable films.
Who knows the limit of pleasure.
Who really dares to know pleasure.
We've been conditioned to avoid it,
in its extremes.
But why not?
Exist for pleasure,
a state devoid of suffering.

Eutopian ideas,
flung around to preserve flicks of sanity.



Pleasure,
pleasure,
pleasure.



　
Saying it aloud is another thing altogether.
To be whispered under special circumstances,
written down to evoke some of them.
Why is it such a subdued word,
a subdued thought.

Let it flow through your senses,
through the gutters in your mind as well.
Let it just flow,
no fear in flowing,right?