"A seductive labyrinth of verse."

In the maze of reality, we search for a way,
To escape the ordinary, every single day,
Many call it transcendence, some others just a crutch,
But for me, it's the rush of sensuous writing, a dangerous clutch.

Reality's a crutch, for those who can't embrace,
The addiction of pleasure, in this endless, sensual race,
Transcendence, some call it, but it's a maze we can't define
Where the rat of desire, forever chases the cheese of our mind.

Like a classical music raga's gradual build, our passion will step-by-step unfold,
A crescendo of desire, where love stories are told,
In this realm of words, I will woo you with a gentle touch,
A symphony of sensations, to awaken your clutch.

Transcendence maze, a labyrinth of our mind,
Where the rat of desire forever chases the cheese,
The sweet alluring scent, is a siren's call,
Lures us deeper, into the heart of the fall.

Classical music raga, a symphony of sound,
Echoes of the divine, a celestial all-around,
The notes and rhythms, a dance of the soul,
A journey through the realms, to reach the goal.

But the cheese, oh the cheese, it's the prize we seek,
The ultimate high, the peak of our desires,
The rat of desire, forever in pursuit,
In this endless race, we're forever enamored.

In this avant-garde's realm of words, I'll romance you with grace,
With a symphony of sensations, to awaken your secret place,
Like a raga's unhurried build, our fervour will unfold,
A crescendo of desire, where love stories are told.

With every verse, I'll caress your mind & soul,
A sensual serenade, to make your heart whole.
On the satin bedsheet of imagination, we'll entwine,
In a dance of poetry, where love's sweet pleasure is mine.

Like a raga's gradual build, my words start to...