black-white photos show light and shade,
to stroke such skin, flawless and smoothe,
i could kiss that firm flesh, carefully-made,
if I could dance, stiff limbs would move.
why not post pictures of yourself instead?
are you self-concsious, spotty, eyes puffy?
don’t you look sexy un-burnished in bed?
not photoshop sleek, perhaps a bit scruffy?
i’m skew-ways, over my wanted-weight,
hair half-grey, ageing skin slightly loose;
foolish the fish tempted by tasteless bait:
introverted, bookish, a sometime-recluse.
we all fall for ideal, so willingly fooled,
only snatches seen, long lost the garden;
sin stains souls, bodies wrong-schooled:
hunger fully satiated, God’s sure pardon.