When I look at photo's of you, so many longings arise, why do I want you so?

You are my craved fantasy, my appetite, the longings of my penis...urhm.. heart, aloft and unfulfilled.

I guess I seek, the right feeling, separated in that moment for all eternity by a screen! and left to muse the feelings of my own mind.

Your like candy behind a window, It beggars belief.

I guess your my muse I suppose, why I writ this profile poetics, bitter sweet nothings.

How do I say it as it is...

O what's the point, I'm never going to have you...

Oh Goddess of image why should you torment me so?