Like a loving mother holding her child, I hold my precious secret fast to my heart. A flood of rushing emotions. The gate has been opened. With one kiss, I die and am born again. His fingertips leave their fiery brand upon my skin. With one word, my body is enslaved.
A pleasurable torment is bestowed upon my heart. I will never tell. Cherished moment in my web of timelessness; how I treasure you. This act of distrust is done most willingly. A hope for history to repeat itself. Sins of the body are the yearnings of the heart and soul. My love is not my own; in more ways than one. With each passing day, my hopes dwindle, but my passion flares on with its fiery intentions. Sweet damnation, I beg for your irresistible deliverance. To twist the knife once more is to answer all my prayers. But I will never tell…