Exhibition 0501

She’s sick with affliction, a lovely addiction,
When she reveals her latent talent in sight,
Without any restriction, in all dereliction,
I watch her naughty habit with delight.
It’s the most honest expression a person
Can utter without a word being said,
Exposing herself all so natural,
To watch unreserved sessions ahead.
And with this type of infatuation,
I can’t help but feel I’m under a spell,
Enraptured in this lovely obsession,
Till the tides rise and come and swell.
But it’s the simple basic human need,
To die a little from the mysterious touch,
Of love and self and there is nothing else,
That creates a feeling that’s just as much.
Then like a sweet hum, as if happily numb,
She delves into love and into the night,
And certain that I’m, going to succumb,
And will take part of her habit and delight.