To desire is the most dangerous sin of them all.
It makes your blood boil. Your heart race.
Your imagination aspires, swelling and bleeding into reality.
Desire consumes and it consumes entirely that every fiber burns with need. Nothing saves you.
And the pain feels good.
If that is so, to be desired has to be the most thrilling sexual experience there is.
And all you thought would happen is breakfast.
Today, I begin writing. Again.
Wish me luck.