On this day, I curse this stoic part of me to eternal damnation,

That part of me that believed I could evade your touch and be sinless.

That part of me resisted mightily but yearned to unravel all your hidden secrets, From the delicate swollen mold on your chest taut with puckered rosy tips to the tingling buds finely seated above the exquisite paradise nestled between your thighs.

This stoic part of me, to doom with you!

I am desperate to find solace in your bosom and strip for you to see the frantic monster that stirs in its resting place when you're close to me.

Why will I not pine for you?

Even in my dreams, you torment me with your irresistible presence,

there you are, so radiant that it hurts my eyes.

In my dreams, you torture me with sweet wickedness and dare to dangle the magnificence of your body in my face to taunt me.

Your lust-drowsed breath on my skin beseeches to quell my restless longing,

It is like cool spring water cascading down my loins, soothing my scalding desire.

All I need to bury the seeking wand of my desire in your honeypot is the powerful wave of your skin, glittering against mine in translucent splendor and blinding temptation.

You are my undoing, my downfall into the web of intimacy where thighs entangle and wrestle until the war zone becomes radiant with white-hot elixirs, ragged breaths, and nail prints and kiss marks.

When I wake up sweaty from the realm of my fantasies, peace eludes me, fear grips my soul,

I know I want you right away or I risk dying and becoming a living ghost who roams the land of the living, unfulfilled.

I want you and, I will cease to hesitate to call for you and whisper my needs into your ears,

I earnestly hope that you heed my call and grace me with your presence,

Only then, shall I reach for you and worship you on my bed.