Slave of a Photoshoot

I have you in my thought printed,
photos of you cross my mind,
the resent one i prefere...
the others by time fade...
but all remain there
they cross my soul
my inner being
my anger...
In my loneliness
you give thoughts to me
passing crossing like light summer breeze
or like thunder,storm,heavy rain
your absence is scary,
but in the other hand a relief
your presence satisfactory
and hatred.
I'm waiting impatience to meet you
and then forcefully to forget...
The photos remain,i captured
the best shoot from you
in every meeting
now i'm a collector
in my sexy mood
i touch myself slightly
as you touch my sightseen
alone you still touching me...
I could stop this...
but can't
this isn't our last meeting...