The Purge?

I am at a loss for words.
A fool with nothing left to say.
Staring down at photographs
Hoping they'll turn and look my way.
But with nobody else to touch
Just how am i supposed to purge
The desires for the only one
Who awakened every urge
Won't a new goddess find her way
To the bed in which I lay
And take me to heights
Through all the nights
So i can forget how much i hate myself today
And if she's out there, alone like me
I truly hope she's reading this
Because I'm waiting here, impatiently
Hoping to touch and taste her precious gifts
And prove just how much I'm needing bliss.