and the feeling is like this... imagine a piece of chocolate cake... fresh... yummy... still warm... with vanilla icecream and stawberry sauce...
you want this chocolate cake... you need it more than anything else in your life... you can't stop thinking about this bloody fucking cake... you are not sure, if you shouldn't worship it... you could even eat it... but you don't...
you look at it... you wish you could smell it... you wish!.. so you just take its snap, turn back and go away, leaving it on its pink curvy plate... to let it be... it will, cause in six seconds there will be no air left in the room... nothing to breathe... that's why she will stay there forever, but will never get old...