In this hand-crafted spring of banality and failure, comes a tragically short tale of the uncreative sort.
Though it is rather, sensual.
You too, Na?
Is it you who’s sitting at the edge of that bed?
The curves, hair, and skin resemble you.
And the smell. Your smell intoxicates the air with every silent whiff.
I know it’s you, dear Na.
So please, if you could be so kind as to lend your ear to my question.
Why?
I’m only intrigued. That’s all.
And also stirred.
Stroke Happy 
Nani, ‘what’ in Japanese? posted as poetry but seen as a good economic commodity to the eye of an entrepreneur… ‘what’ kind of smell for to stirr and intrigue? just curiosity…
Don’t take this too seriously, Sir.
This is nothing but an erotic muse of mine. Rather a protestation, an announcement that this blog will not shy away from erotic content but not as deep as blatant pornography.
Perhaps also a bit shy from being economic commodity.
i agree fully with you… we are given eyes to see beautiful things with clear minds