Here she comes again,

On the horizon, I see the sun rising,

Fog lifting and the breeze picking up.

 

All beckoning the course of my desire.

Pleasure Island again.

 

I can never pass you by.

 

On its way, a moment of pleasure surges once again,

A delightful stimulus,

Immediate in feeling,

Difficult to suppress, as if I might want to?

 

Yet, she visits often,

Sometimes with a longer pathway ahead.

 

Happiness.

 

 

HAPPY THOUGHTS