I am in a mood to write. A mood to write about my mood. I am obsessed. My thoughts have been going in circles all day. I am bathed in my mood, cradled, caressed. I close my eyes and I am there, surrounded, bathed in warmth. But I am not. My hands reach but touch not.
SS 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
SS 3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Whenever I think if Solomon's Song of Songs I am reminded of a sermon in which it was mentioned that it is good for a wife lust over her husband, and a husband over his wife. It is God-designed. Hurry up, immigration.
SS 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
SS 3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Whenever I think if Solomon's Song of Songs I am reminded of a sermon in which it was mentioned that it is good for a wife lust over her husband, and a husband over his wife. It is God-designed. Hurry up, immigration.
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