When my sorrows are to the hilt the clouds break open…the rain storm commences; But when my joys overflow the sun is brightest…so heightened are my senses. When my passion overcomes me, the power of sun and moon serve me… But when my anger erupts the thirst for blood is all but unnerving. So are my senses and emotional turmoil, my Sexuality is my shield; Through darkest lust my spirits are filled…I await this to build… And then the next thrill. Sign in to see full entry.