Photos?

I cannot, for fear of being unloved.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

But, a photo is not a thousand words.

I am like you, and yet I am terrified of your beauty compared with mine

Words, breath, fragrance, aura — they all are worth so much more than a picture of your cunt.

Whether you wish to be fucked by a faceless somebody

Or romanced by a tricky Casanova

There is something much more numinous than all this

Than, a well-lit photograph

Than, a lie upon the digital canvas.

Whispers of authenticism are intuitive.

Find yours, and come for me.