"I can't stop undressing you in my mind. The thought of tasting your lips, running my fingers through your flowing red hair, tasting your breath as we speak consumes my senses. I can hear your cinnamon breath, I can taste the depth of your eyes, I smell your voice and taste your kindness. Your very essence scrambles and distorts my senses - leaving me helpless and confused in your absense. Heal me; let me fill you right here where we stand. Its not enough for me to disrobe and pleasure you in the theatre of my mind. I need your flesh - I need to taste your delighted moans, and to smell your crimson nails as you rake them across my back. Xandi, I need you!"