Enthusiastic about art and literature
I become mad when I look at and read
any of these artistic features.
The desire swells as I grow grey
am allured by the exquisite.
I understand it is beyond the sway.
I slither out of the sensuous.
The perspective demands a restraint
but they are sacrilegious
where aesthetics play a discerning role.
Control should be the rudiment.
Excessive sensuality revealed in expressions
might be enjoyable to a few, while many
stay from such sexual derelictions