He said, "I'm just a little faxinated by the female form
but sadly you're as near as I'll never get. But if I
fail to catch that wounded goddess in you, well,
I've a flair for porno."

He said, "Just let me take your picture"
and I said "Ok. But my stomach's not where it ought
to be. It's not like you could eat ice-cream off it."
And he said "It's ok, just keep your shirt on"

And his eyes glazed over, so insistent.
Effortless charm and a tasteless hairline.
This velvet [bad word] of a man, crouched over a camera stand
and a flair for porno