Art Absolute.

In every kind
In every part
In every day
In every dream
In every way
In every night
In every beauty
In every room
In every thought
In every vice
In every drawn
In every wall
In every body
In every face
In every eye
In every suffering
In every happiness
In every satisfaction
In every affection
In every corner
In every move
In every dance
In every temperature
In every surprise
In every sound
In every smell
In every wave
In every rock
In every rain
In every sky
In every person
In every rendez-vous
In every laugh
In every touch
In every flavour
In every iniciative
In every incentive
In every stop
In every beginning
In every middle
In every thing
There is art.

Come.

Get closer.

I do not bite.
If you want me to.

Play.

Entertain yourself.

Close your eyes.
Let it make you feel. Make you feel good.

In somethings, like
The gather of colours and forms
of some eyes
and how some people look to people and things
The high and pleasure we get
on some moments
and how we feel inside, on our cores and auras
The time there is to live and enjoy
for some ones
and how they use it on their own, in a impulse or not
The curves, enchantment and how it moves
of some bodies - women manly
It is like witchcraft, spell to mesmerize
and make you theirs
a puppet, a marionete, a guinea pig
and you just watch - and feel
as a type of voyeur.
The moans, orgasms, cums, shivers, tremors, full delights
are like symphonies to certain ears
to mine
to thine
It all and very much more I, you, and they fancy and fulfill
are really art absolute.