Blind folded my senses rise, To compensate the rest, A game we play to maximize, The climax at its crests... A momentary state of mind, Of permanent excess, To hear her closing every blind, Then taking off her dress... On my knees I felt the floor, In places that she's been, Finding scented lace to lure, The animal within... That wanted to be hunted, And yet needed to be tamed, By the thing I wanted, She exposes with no shame... As she became the scripture, Of my cognitive ambition, It framed her naked picture, As the art of intuition...