If you want to entertain your mind every once and a while with romance, I think you can! You should be free to entertain your mind so, I say. I think that I should too.  At least I think that way.  In all freedom I think I freely do. For it is the mind’s freedom that is truly the basic human right that no tyrant can in any wise trample into conformity.

We all should free our mind instead as the Beatle once in melody said. That seems quite healthy to me.

The challenge, though, I think, perhaps, is in being watchful over that mind/body connection.

For, of course, a goodly part of the entertainment value is that exquisite pleasure that rings wavelike through the body’s sensors and tickles them into such a fine frenzy fancy afore receding so sweetly into the quietude of serene aftermath, sweet sharing of the intimacy. At least that is to some integral part the romance of it.  What otherwise would be the point of romance?

Fine then.  We should entertain our minds, and we should enjoy the healthy pleasure of such entertainment from time to time.  We will get it anyways.  Just otherwise it’ll be confined to our dreams, sooner or later to manifest as psychic forms of imbalance and mental disturbance, damn the damming dam.

If it can flow through the mind as entertainment and be taken and appreciated as entertainment of the mind, there should be no harm in that.  Especially if we can just let it go.  Nothing to dam up, I think. Nothing to retain. Nothing to get damned about. It is significant and not merely mere illusion, though, to let physical ‘romance’ get stuck in the very physical body, even in the physical part of the mind.  All of this is worldly delusion. (The literal physical world, that is.  Maya, it is so-called).

I think, too, it is good advice that you not fall for the (Maya) delusion of possession.  In either form.  That is, don’t get attached to the bodily sensations (even of the bodily form of the mind) to go on to think of possessing that which makes you feel that way.  Romance gives way to delusion of ownership then. It gives way to some delusional game of kidnap and ransom, tradability, market value, property rights, & and anon, i.e., all other forms of Maya delusion of things of this world.  And don’t forget that second form of possession, the idea that you have sinned, that you are possessed by some second-physical phantom demon who controls your desires and your wants and who taints any relief or outlet you might get from this damnable damming of dams.  Don’t be a worldly-bound Maya delusional damsel of distress.  Don’t damn yourself into fear of Maya delusional world-bound cause and effect because you’ll fear yourself right into the tyrant’s con game:  you’ll be controlled by the tyrant and you’ll not be free.  There is no pleasure nor romance in that.

Or so I think and so I think I said.  So might I advise?  No!  Think for yourself.