I, too, am satisfied by it.

The way my tongue tingles,

Mind gratified

Contempt.

Warm biscuits glazed with honey

Wrapped to its finest delight,

Or a smile lively as the sun

Blinding my sight.

Traveling into space

Gliding past meteors and planets,

Adventuring on my way

With a spaceship and organics.

Love is a country road

Sometimes rocky, yet so bold,

Many emotions unexplained

Fuzzy feelings you attain.

Poems express words unsaid

From the gut, to heart, to head

Poetry isn’t a must but delight

To hear words make a gloomy day bright.