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The very perception of your image
Brands my photographic field,
Where engraved impressions
Fail to ever yield.

The very thought of your taste
Hungers my mind for more,
And salivating brainwaves
Are impossible to ignore.

The very idea of your heat
Swelters my tactual sense,
While anticipatory touch
Makes me warmly tense.

The very suggestion of you
Staggers my stability,
And dizzying daydreams
Facilitate puerility.

The very end of this poem
Pleads for a time loan
For territory undiscovered
And desires I cannot postpone.