I’m horny. Concupiscent. Downright lustful and randy. No, those words are too crass, too primal for the sensations that assail my ghostly being. There’s a bald friar in my britches, certainly, eager to make his prayers at the altar between her thighs. But my dry throat and trembling hands suggest something more…especially since I don’t actually possess a throat.
LOL that's not less crass 😂
