My Lasting Minutes

In love's embrace, they found a world,
Of pleasure sweet and pain unfurled,
A symphony of senses stirred,
As heart to heart, their souls conferred.

In tender touch and whispered sighs,
They soared to heights of passion's skies,
The pleasure found in love's embrace,
Had bound their hearts in tender lace.

Yet mingled with the sweetest bliss,
A taste of pain, they could not miss,
For in this newfound ecstasy,
The seeds of loss were sown to be.

In Eden's midst, where love had bloomed,
The weight of sin had cast a gloom,
Though passion's fire burned bright and fierce,
The shadows of their fall did pierce.

For every touch that brought them pleasure,
A hidden thorn, a bitter treasure,
And in their hearts, they came to know,
The bittersweet of joy and woe.

But hand in hand, they dared to face,
The trials born from Heaven's grace,
In pleasure's warmth and pain's embrace,
Their love endured, through time and space.

A tapestry of life began,
As man and woman walked the land,
In pleasure's light and pain's dark hue,
A story etched of love so true.