Private Collection

I’m writing poetry

that I’ll never post,

on aspects of life

that I fancy most.

My inner longings

from deep within,

things that others

may consider sin.

I’ve few years left

before I will die.

If it gives pleasure,

I’ll give it a try.

My bucket list is

hedonistic at best.

But until I succeed,

I won’t let it rest.

I’m writing poetry

that I’ll never post,

on heavenly living,

‘til in hell I roast.

~g