Sexual urges are not disgusting. Our pathetic corrupted minds only project wrongness and shame onto those urges. That which we gravitate towards sexually is indicative of a deep psycho-spiritual need. A need for integration. A need for acknowledgement. A need for greater wholeness. Most of all, a need for healing. If you canít control your desire for me then perhaps there is a profound need to acknowledge the part of yourself that I have come to represent. The very part of yourself you most fear. That sensitive, delicate, tender white rose in the center of your own chest. You are the Empress. You are the one in need. You crave salvation. What would become possible for you if you honored your own vulnerability? Would peace then be possible? I canít fuck you back into wholeness but with a little self compassion you can unfuck yourself.