The Sexiness of Mystery

Shake it

What do you hear?

Hold it

What do you feel?

Sniff it

What do you smell?

View it

What do you see?

The angst to know

What lies inside

Is hard to hide.

It’s mystery,

And it’s ****

The beginning,

The middle, and,

The end of time

All consist of

Some unknown rhyme,

Unknown reason.

The want to know,

The need to find

Consumes the mind.

Curiousness

Creates motive,

Motive creates

Relentlessness.

Being ****

Leads to lust.

A want to know

Becomes a must.

A mystery

That cant be touched

Is like a star

That can’t be seen.

Glowing somewhere

In the distance

We search and search

For what’s hidden.

Can it be found?

Maybe it won’t,

Maybe it will.

Until it is

The mystery

Remains ****

And a turn on

To the conscious

Lustful fervor.

The dark abyss

Of mystery

Is an ocean

That is raging

With sexiness.

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