Midnight Hour

I'm not sure what it is... but I do know that it's something... a desire that has been forbidden, but comes back every single time craving. Not craving anyone inparticular but craving the action... wanting to give someone that satisfaction of a physical climax. To have the eyes of lust and power and not regret it with every single blink. To be touched by a man and as he caress every inch of my skin I melt and moan with anxious thoughts and not cringe with shame. Shame that he's not the one. Guilt at the fact this is a sin under the eyes of God. Fear that forgiveness does not exist for those that continue to commit the same sin constantly with a little bit of a desire to go further.