I've never known touch. But I crave yours.
Yours alone. The thought of another's hands, another's skin--any other--deadens my imagination. No it must be you and your soul to waken what has never lived in me.

The connection between my ignorance and my desire is unconscionable to me, but a silky spider's web does bridge them. No insect ever caught in such a spin has anticipated its doom with such fervor.

I long to see the other side of innocence, not just any guide will do. Your name slips from my lips, so cavalier, so smooth, and I know before I see that it is you I have found, hope to find, by whom I desire to be found.