The perfect penis is the one attached to whichever man of whom I am fondest at the moment. At this moment, I feel particularly bonded to two men, and while their erections are like night and day in every imaginable aspect, they are both my idea of perfect. There is absolutely no way either would consent to publishing photos. One is a bit shy and the other one is just a little reserved.
Besides. They are just penises at the end of the day. What makes them perfect to me is the men upon whom they grew. No one here is going to just get that from looking at a pair of disembodied dicks. You have to be held and consoled through the worst experience of your life. You have to be courted slowly, and kissed sweetly and passionately for hours. You have to exchange several dozen private jokes. You have to be shown five new uses for whipped cream and have your mind bent by sarsaparilla. You have to have the wind knocked out of you by the miracle of a well-timed smile.
Or maybe it's just me. I don't give a fuck about a cock until I do.