Why

Why must you touch me
That’s what you always say
As I try to get hold of you
Each and every day
Don’t be mad, my love, I beg you
Please give me time to explain

Is it wrong to touch the Venus DeMilo
As she sits museum bound
To caress her sculpted curves
Before the guards will come around
Or to trace Mona Lisa’s lines
Painted by DaVinci’s loving hand
The answer is yes, it’s easy,
I sure do understand

But as you stand before me
Visage upon the stairs up high
Like a living angel
Floating gracefully in the sky
I remember every embrace
And the way it gets me high
You, are the drug I’m on
I’m addicted to you, that’s why

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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