Lust Has No Shyness

. The sipped syrup or the bitten dishes Are the ones sullied by others’ tongues, So I detest. But your very tongue, To reach I am very much in anguish. Why? The rubbish decay or the rotten eggs Are so much a repelling odour So I detest. But your very armpit, To inhale I am very much eager. Why? Hand is washed while private part Is held, after the toilet. But when at bed, her very part One shies not manipulating. Why? Is it that lust has no eyes? Or that it alone has eyes To discriminate the bliss And to retrieve one to the sense? Latter must be. What to the rational is dirty Is to sex pretty; What to the sensible is foul Is to sex agreeable; What to mind is ugly Is to sex holy. 31.07.99