Writhing in my bed wrapped in satin sheets, my lover fills me from head to toe. A vision that cannot be seen, but my body reacts just the same, giving and receiving pleasure. I exist in a state of grace, yet not of holy union. I am filled with images of your body and the heat of your touch. A fire burns inside of me that must be quenched, and only you can douse the burning embers. So come now and satiate my appetite for the pleasures of the flesh, if only in my dreams, give me rapture and let my passions be released.