Pleasure Centers

Wagon wheel set up against the building, ivy climbing upon it energetically without any qualms at all, nature nourish- ing and nurturing it from the ground up. A delightful display of foliage touching my mind with it's essence and beauty, spectacular thoughts always splurging vibrantly into intellect. Being transferred into my mind where they are then written into poetry, music in the background, cheering me on with smiling pleasure. Touching pleasure centers of my mind so selectively and intimately, no one ever knowing how exquisitely I feel the joy of writing poetry intellectually.