Yingyang Lust

What eyes sees in sight..

Leaves little resistance, wanted..

Weakened in gagging vulnerability..

It beholds, holds desire in lust..

Awakening the yang
To undo the ying's holiness..

Deary me, Holiness?..
I must have slept and missed the line

On there was always the eye of the yang..

Peeping eyes, sees in sight..

Dot dotted pinned in black on white..

Try not to look so blatant..

Inconspicuous manners required..
A class of a kind 

Trouble is, eyes sees in sight..

" Do not look, you are being watched""

Mind mumbling in inner voice..

Be modest, like mum is the word..

Try being inconspicuous..
Above or below thee, no bother

Trouble is, eyes sees in sight..

Yang on ying dotted dot in one whole dot..

Made in black on white canvas..

Leaving little resistance, succumbing to the yearn..

Mind over matter,
Matters greatly that eyes on sight..

Is not caught wandering, ying over yang..

Matters so dearly , yet matters not to lust..

Viewing in 3D vivid imagination in part..

Soon to be caught red handed..

In red eye gazing, in viewing post..

What eyes sees on sight, is fractured fairytale..