Pray for me, object of my deepest desire. Lift me from my dungeon. Be the light at the end of my tunnel. Sing me lurid lullabies. Do things to me in the dark. Feed me Ring Dings. Bathe me in your gaze. Wash my pillow cases in the kitchen sink. Etc.
Why do you not respond? Where is the fire between us? Who was that man? Where are they taking me?
Woe is me, for I will never taste your lovely lips. I will die, having never experienced the bliss of loving you. At least, that’s what the judge says.