id lie if i said it wasnt the first time you conjured the bridge to my restless anima that dwells so deeply recessed in my repressed unconcious. i possess a yearning to nurture your construct of potential, to piece back your zealous passion for your dreams, i want to see them catch a fire. you have bypassed your animus, and in doing so you have cleaved right through my salivating desire. for a time will come where we both will make a decision whether it is in our best interests to share that primal violence, that deadly pas'e doble of blood sweat and tears.

i must sort through my intentions, i cant afford to hurt you.