Indulgence

People come and people go

In and out of my life, and I know

Some are harder to let go

Some are not hard at all

Some left memories I can so vividly recall

And some did not

Some of the people I forgot

And over the years I learned to live for myself

Because what do we have besides our self?

Nothing. So I live life without tire

I live life through my own desire

I live for life’s lust and fire

I live for the pleasure of pleasure

Because in the end, what else is there to treasure?

In indulging in sin, or what some see that as

What else is there besides the memorable memories one has?

Of life, of lust, of happiness and trust

What means more, what means less?

I don’t know, so let’s let our lips press

And let our bodies express

Our deep rooted desire

Of the lust, of the passion to acquire

The sensual pleasures that life has to give

Let’s make memories we want to relive

 

Reviews

[Tom Moll]

Please don't get religious on me, I specifically wrote the line,
"Because in the end, what else is there to treasure?
In indulging in sin, or what some see that as"
Because everyone has their own beliefs and interpretations of what is "sin" and what is wrong. I make no comment on my own beliefs. We are given life, what's so wrong about indulging in what life has to offer?

[DeViouS]

Good expression using imagery, and rhyme and form to describe what to me is a life without God.
` So I live life without tire
I live life through my own desire
I live for life’s lust and fire
I live for the pleasure of pleasure'
To me that is Life without purpose. Live for the day, the moment, the experience, the pleasure. That to me is emptiness and meaningless. Not thinking about consequences. Real love is deeper. Living life with God is so much better. There is another way! :)