Sin and Shame.

I dreamed that you were inside me. That things were the way they had been. We were together, and we were in a white house, and there were other people there, but you were there, too, and that was all that was important. That you could touch me, and that I could feel you, and that you would still mold your body with mine.

It felt like sin to wake up, and like shame to realize that I still want you. Please...