My beloved, tonight the moon joins me, and the shadows slowly stretch across my naked body, as if they too sense your absence. A desire throbs within me—dull, hot, unstoppable—and it bears your name. Do you remember that day beneath the forbidden tree? Time tore asunder, like skin under a bite. "By no means will you die!" whispered the serpent. "Rather, God knows that as soon as you eat of this, your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God—knowing good and evil." In that moment, I knew: I didn't want innocence. I wanted knowledge. I wanted you. For in you lies no sin, but truth. Truth that runs through fingers, that burns between my thighs, that groans on the threshold between mind and flesh. Your hands are liturgy on my body. Your breath a gospel on my skin. And when you are inside me, there is no paradise that can hold the ecstatic feeling. We are creation and destruction at once. Come. Tonight. Without words, without redemption, without grace. Bring only the fire. I will be the burning wood. Let me burn on you—not to ashes, but to hunger. Again and again. Forever. Yours,