Today's pleasures

Tiny moments of pleasure,

Like the weight of a warm paw, soft in the palm of your hand.

Like the silky fur of a sleeping cat heavy on your lap.

Like the warmth of a fleecy rug tucked under your chin.

Like the sense of your body sinking lower into cushions.

Like the undulating swell of traffic passing your window

in crashing waves of sound.

Like the smell of coffee as you savour it's creamy flavour.

Like the yolk of a perfectly poached egg oozing from the cut of your knife.

Like the taste of juicy, ripe blueberries, cool in your mouth.

Like the touch of your lover's hand, and the warmth of his body.

Like the afternoon's burgeoning sunset, glowing a salmon pink in the distance.

Like the sound of a familiar voice.

Like the sound of your own laughter gurgling and chuckling.

Like the swell of emotion as a tear threatens to fall.

Like the photographs of loved ones and happier times.

Like the warmth of your own welcoming bed.

Like the memories of a remembered lover.

Like sleep overwhelming you, and dreams beckoning

until another day dawns.

Pleasure

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