Lord, Thou dost not exist! I asked Thee to protect him. To look after him. That’s all I asked for. But all Thou carest for is the soul. And what I want from him is his body. Naked and warmed by love, simmering with desire, massaging the trembling of my arms and breasts. My transparent body suspended by his. My slender frame supported by and lost in his strength. What am I to do with my lips now when I don’t have his mouth to occupy them? What am I to do with my aching lips?”
