Don’t mind this interjection,
but direct your eyes in my direction
and receive my permanent affection,
a love without complexion,
a mirror with enhanced reflection.
No need of correction,
God’s sweet confection.
I gaze celestial upon inspection
of an image without imperfection
a grouping of light in perfect collection.
No risk of defection, no risk of rejection.
Can I touch your butt? I have an erection.