Susannah’s Savannah

Susannah’s Savannah

Tense taut time is the call of weakness

We all have that kryptonite mixed with catnip stress

Some call it addiction, others affliction, I reckon it’s merely predilection

When does the connoisseur become a drunk or a glutinous punk?

Orgasmic taste or the desire to fly high

This human confusion when pleasure’s taught to be denied

Consequence has its own sneaky timeline

Objectively we act or react with our mind the keeper divine

Guilty pleasures lurk and snicker tapping us on the shoulder

Indulgences are no lomger sold but bought and linger

Sweet or tart, perhaps even a night tart held tight is an art

Maybe touchdown in the bin of sin and emerge with satisfaction and a grin

Over and again enough’s always forgotten

Look ahead to the next morn to recover and suffer

Never again is that trite silly song

We’re human and emotions govern and kiss with excuses for the bong