It’s highly wicked of me to lust for you.  You don’t even know I exist.  My eyes covet immorally your beauty craving to devour you completely.

I yearn to caress your curves and shower your body in kisses.  You have no idea of the passion souls desire from you.  The sparkle of your eyes, lips and hair has ignited sinful thoughts within.

Would you be more than just a flight of fancy?  Could you be more than just a plaything?  Should your passion never be addressed?

I am but a stranger lurking within the background noise of the universe.  You a bright star warming our sinful desires.

It’s highly wicked of me, but I can’t help myself.