My brain fills with all these incredibly sexy images;
All from a country much smaller in area than my own;
A "horde" of beautiful women litters cyberspace with photographs:
Sketches made more complete by my own hard-working imagination.

So beautiful are these creatures
That hunger pangs grow painful in this man's soul.

Where has love-realized gone to?

The awful emptiness of my passions grows more intense in leaps and bounds
As each new description is mentally digested.
How can a selection be reduced to one
From this sea of beauty
Where desire runs rampant?