Take Me Through the Looking Glass

I once met a lady who visited a voyeuristic exhibition. She desired visual stimulation without physical intervention, seeking unrestrained imaginings sans interaction. But then, across the pane... stood THAT GUY. She glimpsed his flesh and craved its scent. Beneath the dermis, his tendons beckoned her teeth. Witnessing his sweaty pits, desire frothed within her to taste. Her fervor for him grew so intense that she envisioned shattering the barrier to draw nearer.