Perpetuity

I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features. - Thoreau

Imbued with plausible instinct.

Oblivious to virtue.

Uttering shaded wetness.

Like a moth to a flame.

I'm drawn to her spread-eagle vulnerability.

The red light of reason says stop but carnality is driving.

Easy does it.

Don't go too fast.

We need it to last ...

Author's Note

"The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory." - Thoreau