Men are visual creatures. And I'm a man.
"The fickleness of vision"
Besotted? Yes, that can occur in just
a moment's glance -- a quick appraisal which
shall truly not appease my common lust,
but which allows me chance to scratch an itch
that happens with predictable recurr-
ence ev'ry time my eyes encounter grace
and supple svelteness. So I am not pure --
I have not claimed I was -- so commonplace
is my infection that the simple means
to soothe it can be found quite easily,
but now with whom I wish it could. The scenes
that I envision rise as eagerly
as my emboldened self, and yet they pass
when I espy another lovely lass.