Simple curves that I mindlessly put on paper

To think they were drawn because of an attention span

That couldn’t quite get a grip of reality

But instead chose to roam in a fantasy made by a line and a hand

And suddenly the world around me no longer exists

The only thoughts are of what amuse me, what excites me, and what pleasures me

Like love, like lust, like temptations, like sins, like bondage

Like sex

Simple curves that I mindlessly put on paper

Transform into a body that I could never feel, but only stare

And never have to feel guilty for doing so either

Just gaze without a care

All the perversions engulf my imagination, groping its way through my innocence and letting the demons do their deeds

And suddenly I’m very interested in this piece of paper before me

Tracing my finger on the curves of a body

I stop.

It’s ugly, disgusting.

Scribble, scratch, the lusts are gone

Simple curves that I mindlessly put on paper

Is what keeps my mind occupied from a world that’s routine

Unlike the realm of thoughts, of fantasies, I crave true

(Even though some are too surreal and a bit obscene)

Still, my eyes follow lazily with the ink of my pen

Anything could come from this seemingly never-ending line

I love the mysteries of never knowing and the grants

Especially if something turns divine

Simple curves that I mindlessly put on paper

Are the roads to my inspiration

For anything