In Virtue or Vice at "imaginary garden with real toads" we are asked to write about at least one of the Seven Deadly Sins or Seven Heavenly Virtues.
My Favourite Vices
Mine are the sensual vices,
gluttony and lust.
And they are worth their prices –
if pay one must.
My moist, warm orifices
weren't meant to rust!
I cherish both sweetness and savour,
equally willing
to relish any flavour
so long as it's filling,
and feast in a blissful fervour
of juices spilling.
Mine are the sins of pleasure,
the decadent.
I love to gorge at leisure
with full intent.
I never hoard my treasure,
I like it spent.
Nice!!!
ReplyDeleteMuch🌼love
Oh, I thought it was naughty, lol.
DeleteDeeeelightful. I think it was in Macbeth that Shakespeare alludes to lust as a cistern, a reservoir of desire; but how much better a hoarded treasure that fully spent! Supper's ready.
ReplyDeleteI like the straightforward abandon in this piece. Damn, why so shy? :D *giggle* Quite naughty.
ReplyDeleteSensual, wow, We do take pleasure in some sins don’t we :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the unrusted orifices reference!
ReplyDeleteOoh this one delights the senses, Rosemary!💜 A poem that deserves a countless readings which I will gladly do!😉
ReplyDeleteI loved the first two lines!! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Hot stuff. Really nicely done, and the rhyme serves it well.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sexy delight! Naughty but yet, so human and true. I am the same way. Hope to be until I am 99.
ReplyDeleteYou didn't hold back here !😁 A good write!
ReplyDeleteI had to smile at the unrusted orifices. Mine are, sadly, completely rusted. LOL.
ReplyDeleteEr, you don't want to believe everything you read.
DeleteNicely done, Rosemary! I especially enjoyed:
ReplyDelete'...feast in a blissful fervour
of juices spilling'
and
'I never hoard my treasure,
I like it spent'.
Indeed... I wonder if it's really a vice to enjoy one's lust. Maybe it's a virtue really.
ReplyDeletedefinitely some clever word play, and well, why not walk/pen on the wild side .... if it's self-indulgent? slap it on the butt and call it poetic license!
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