a fetish for pleasure by: e.l.

At any price we pay for our joy. At any height or length no bound can prevent our search for pleasure. The feeling of the search just the same as the adrenalin from the point of momentary satisfaction. That rush that fulfilling surge of emotional bliss. Everything created with like passions. From the conscious to the unconsciously stationary the addiction nothing more than a fetish. A devotion for pleasure of the purest form. Pleasure of the senses smell sight taste sound touch and that metaphorical sense that makes the hairs on your body stand sending chills down your spine overwhelming the mind body and soul all at once. That pleasure we seek. Those fetishes summed into one knowingly unified obsession in us all in our known milky way. So we agree that addiction is fiction but the seduction of the fetish for pleasure is surreal with all its splendor. A feeling so fantastic its never known to be anything but a fantasized chase. A fetish for pleasure.