Every time when I am visualizing you in my dreams it strikes me how sinful is the nature of my thoughts.
L-ovely features of your face would not fade away even after awakening and the blurred image of yours would remain now and then, whatever I look at or whenever I go. My knowledge of passion is quite scarce and there are no such words that could depict the way I am feeling towards you. The clot of energy residing inside me is the thing I fail to control and would not like to change.
U-niqueness of the moment spending with you is irreplaceable. All essence of yours is feeding my dreams, getting under my thick untouched skin and enriching my veins with fresh scarlet blood. I can’t help getting drunk with the scents of your body and your kisses get the best of me.
S-eeking for the way of concealing my pleasure from what you are I am not able to hold my ground and immediately lose.
T-oo much of mixed up bliss and passion make my obsession endless filled with the constant drooling and need of your light image.
So difficult to fight with the lusty sin getting into my human mortal nature, overpowering my soul and leaving no chance for repenting.
