My Beloved,
I wonder about the captivation of my heart. I wonder about the temptations. How the puzzle of my being is put together without your desirable hands. The content, the influence, the performance. A genuine love? And where are the morals to present their attentively to the heart! What matters more? The body or the spirit? I want to be inhaled. I need to pass the gates of spirituality and lust. I desire the struggle of mind and the wrestling of rationality with passion. It is a sweet and painful submission but my love and the disobedience to return I to me has led me to this suffering.
Yours.
