As sensual as this torture is,
I’m afraid I must restrict
my participation.
This isn’t how I wanted it to go,
smothered by perspiration.
Yet when my eyes close on one scene,
a host of other dizzying vistas
rush forth to fill in the blanks.
So my preoccupations
aren’t through with me;
there’s more meat for them yet,
to devour or caress.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 