what do you think of my poem?!?!engfsudkhg?

[haha i laugh.]

i look through your window
to see your shadow
leading to the depths and shallows
of your places left unknown...

traveling down to your toes
wrinkling, tinkling ohh's
i'm so fuzzed...
fuzzing your fuzzy fur

following your shadow
through your opened window
the lights still on, a crimson glare
a feeling of furry firey frisky rare.
i think you can assume what fuzzed means.