I Love Those Sinful Stuff

I love insanity. I love to be weird and mad, crazy and sad. I love anything that is kinky; like- doing naughty things while touching you, doing crispy things while embracing you, doing painful things while kissing you. Let's think you and me alone in a rainy night. Let's think- wind is singing, rain is dancing. And then you in madness, throw your clothes and tear my shirt apart. In no time, you are on top- moaning and crying insanely breathing and shivering violently. I love those sinful stuff- the forbidden fruit, the dark flower the hidden river, the secret rapture. I love unfolding that is tightly folded untwisting that is severely twisted. For that mater, I love anything that is twisted your twisted smile, twisted laughter twisted curve, twisted river. I love to bend that is already bent I love being wounded by you when I am already wounded. I love everything that is big- infinite universe, endless galaxy dark poetry, blue philosophy your bosom, your beauty your smile, your ecstasy, your dream, your fantasy. I am insane, I hate sobriety. I am fire, I hate that's icy. © Arun Maji Painting: Eugene De Blaas