Moment of Bliss

Lost in pleasure’s embrace, we’re echoes of ancestors,  
a temporary joining of parts as given by creation.  
For this moment filled with bliss.  
 
We dance in steps as old as time,  
a cycle of the life that blooms, then fades away.  
 
The earth that sustains us will hold our memory,  
but we will die as naturally as day changes to night.  
 
So let us love with all we have before passing this torch  
to those who'll love in after us. Such joy comes with  
this offering to your womb but even these moments  
are only flames that warm then die.  
 
In these moments of existence that are our lives,  
tonight’s love is the truest prize.