Bless me father, for I have sinned.
My thoughts are wicked.
I do not know where to begin...
A passion that burns in me is so strong.
Father, please guide me.
Show me to move on.
I see his face in everything.
For my heart needs a song to sing...
My body aches for his embrace.
Sweet lullibies of silk and lace.
A single touch and I shall burst.
What can I do to quench this thrist..?
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