Foolish Pleasure Poem by Edwina Reizer

Pleasing the body is quite a feat.
It's life's biggest quest.
Pleasing the soul is a bigger feat
for the soul knows you best.

You cannot hide the crimson blush.
It's the body's tell-tale sign.
You cannot see the heartened rush
for the soul's pleasure is devine.

It's beyond the pleaure the body feels
for the body is a fickle fool.
But the pleasure of the soul is lasting.
It follows every rule.

But oh that foolish pleasure
that makes us who we are
seems so stong.It is hard to stop.
It's end is way too far,

far from realitry, close to insanity
and still the body is bold.
Some say it's foolish. I say no
for the pleasure undoes the cold.

The soul abides and patiently waits
and knows the time will come
when foolish pleasure is temporary
for the body will succumb.