but, i should

i don’t know you
yet,  
i look at every one of your details,
the gentleness of your curve
wondering of your love.
i stare upon your photo in your lace,
my mind then salivates for a sampling taste.
the nipples and how they protrude,
the openness that falls just right
elating my delight.  
once again, my mind
is it to preclude?
a coating of the whimsical lube
to stimulate
stiffening to yet masturbate.
Oh, for heaven’s sake
i don’t know you  
but,
i should.