A picture paints a thousand words...
To begin would be to speak forever
of passion
of angst
of lust
of beauty
of love
The more I see...
The Darker my desires become.
Passion's cup runneth over
All I have is a photograph
but, truly, your image has enslaved me.
my mind
my psyche
my heart
yea, my very soul!
They belong to you, now
I am utterly in your thrall
drowning in a pool of sensation
Struggle is futile.
Death is the Inncubus to my life.
I am powerless to oppose.
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