Vices Poem by Je'free Y .

Soon we will gather our flesh in pitch-dark rooms,
And productivity of a hard day's work will pause.
Smoke is already fogging my vision; And fumes,
Clogging my lungs. Desire burns in cold shadows.

Every piece of hedonism will return to me -
Rebellion, obsession, shuddering, amnesia, ecstasy.
Off to outer space, like an astronaut, in Mars or Venus,
My mind will voyage the dimensions of pleasure.

The thrill lies in the silence, the whispers of souls
That summon like some music enticing a dancer's feet.
Every heartbeat is yearning for another,
From someone else who longs just the same.

It seems to me, constructing this personal paradise,
Some temporary lovers find bliss in the adjacent room.
And why shouldn't they? After suppression come vices.
Flavor of the atmosphere here is sadly addictive.