I feel the burn of temptuous desire set in the fould recesses of my soul and in me they fester long awaiting sustenance Do i give in to these empty fantasies that plauge my every thought? Yearning for single drop to quench what is so greatly felt, yet not wanting to abandon the dreams that are and will bring true contentment. Is it so wrong to want to taste the sweet nectar of these pleasures? Is it do wrong to wish to live even a single moment of gratification? I ask this, and sit wishing, wanting, waiting for my moment.