Pleasure and Pain Poison Ivy's insane.

In a forest deep, where shadows play,

A lost soul wandered far astray, Amidst the trees, a man did roam, His heart ached, seeking a home.

The woods, a labyrinth of ancient trees, Whispered secrets in the gentle breeze, He treaded softly on the mossy floor, Yearning for something, something more.

Beneath a moonlit canopy's embrace, He stumbled upon a sacred space, A poison ivy vine, deceptively fair, Its beauty masked the danger there.

Weary and worn, he laid his head, Upon the vine, a makeshift bed, In dreams, he drifted far away, Where pleasure and pain intertwined and swayed.

Within his slumber's silken dance, The vine began its seductive trance, Its leaves caressed, its tendrils wound, Ensnaring his senses, tightly bound.

In dreams, he felt both pleasure and pain, A bitter-sweet, alluring chain, The vine's embrace, a beguiling art, Tangled desires that played their part.

As dawn broke through the forest's crest, He awoke, his heart pounding in his chest, Bitter-sweet emotions swept him whole, A longing for both body and soul.

For in his dreams, the vine had weaved, A spell that left him both deceived, Pleasure and pain now intertwined, In his heart, a memory enshrined.

Lost in the woods, his journey anew, Haunted by dreams, both vivid and true, A lesson learned beneath moon's gleam, Bitter-sweet moments, a forest's dream.