When does a pleasure become guilty? Why do pleasures have to be guilty?
So I enjoy chocolate from time to time, why should I feel guilty if I indulge myself every now and then?
Anyway, here are a couple of poems that kind of fit the description. Enjoy!
Every little thing reminds me of you
The bright summer sun and the sky so blue
Stormy grey clouds and the wind in the trees
Flutterby butterflies and the random bees
Songs on the radio or being caught in the rain
All get me to wondering when I'll see you again
My heart beat speeds and my gut's in a twist
As I drift off dreaming of your wonderful kiss
My hand in yours in search of treasure
You are my one true guilty pleasure.
And seeing as this is only 86 words here is another so that you don't feel short changed.
Caffeine, nicotine, heroin, cocaine
Compared to you they are mundane
You are my drug my guilty habit
What ever I do I must have it
Hot and flustered you make me feel
Like I'm the only star on your reel
I wake and you are first on my mind
As sleep takes me you're last left behind
When you leave and don't say a word
You break my heart, you wound my world
Withdrawal hits hard, I am you whore
But like a fool I solicit more.
Ok, now I've shown you mine you show me yours!! Spill the beans, what are your guilty pleasures?