Tonight the moon allies itself with me, and the shadows slowly stretch across my naked body, as if they too feel your absence. A desire throbs within me - dull, hot, unstoppable - and it bears your name.
Do you remember that day under the forbidden tree? Time tore apart like skin under a bite.
"By no means will you die!"
whispered the snake,
"Rather, God knows that as soon as you eat it, your eyes will be opened and you will be like God - knowing good and evil."
At that moment I knew: I didn't want innocence.
I wanted knowledge.
I wanted you.
Because there is no sin in you, but truth. Truth that runs through my fingers, that burns between my thighs, that moans on the threshold between mind and flesh.
Your hands are liturgy on my body. Your breath a gospel on my skin.
And when you are inside me, there is no paradise that could hold the ecstatic feeling. We are creation and destruction at the same time.
Come. Tonight.
Without words, without redemption, without mercy.
Bring only the fire. I will be the burning wood.
Let me burn on you - not to ashes, but to hunger. Again and again. Forever.