Well Yeah, I feel I am some kind of poet. You are right on one thing. It is art.
But like art it only is appealing to some while being repulsive to others.
So yours would be considered to be the best in your opinion.
Well let me jot a few lines and see what becomes of it
as she sits in front of the fireplace
mesmerized by the flames of fire
deep within her own thoughts
there is a new passion and desire
lost in the wonder of a dream
is this a fantasy that she feels
consumed by the soft flickers of light
the dream then becomes so real
then from the shadows of the darkness
she sees the silhouette of a man
feeling the offered comfort of love
she slowly reaches out her hand
now she must face the battle of decisions
feeling all of both passion and fear
one of them must be chosen
the result is the shedding of a tear
after weighing the price of choice
she reaches to the shadow on the wall
taking a chance, guided by love
she is now able to attain it all
I smelled what you are cooking...
and it ain't no big fat sirloin