I wake with your name echoing under the surface of my lust and the taste of the dreams of your sin sewn to my tounge and my blood is rushing and hardening my flesh and the temptation is too much to resist and I find your name escaping my mouth in hushed moans and feel you in the tight grip of my fist and pray against my lonely rage to know the pressure of the weight of your grinding hips sliding up and down against my lips drawing out my breath and tounge to part the flower I desperately want taste hidden between the comforts of your thighs and feel your honey drizzle slowly down my throat and find myself in the river of your desires blood where I am being drowned and carried towards the love within your heart and find that your name is the same as the dreaming of my soul