Tonight I must confess that I am unable to engage in the carnal acts that are desired of me.
For you see, the thoughts trickle through my mind like delicate drops from a glistening rain, but a wind blows the watery imaginings far, far away. So now my desires can not be fulfilled.
It saddens me. Leaves me in a meloncholie swelling with only the deepest regret. I am unable, and yet, I am still and peaceful with my relationship with God.
