i yearn his romantics , his arouse , his arise i find myself lost in the abyss of his eyes i fall to my knees ; i yield to his hold a depth of affection that has yet been untold moments met in secret , for his touch is but in mind a love of which was always , and again i will to find to feel his tender form , invade my lustful bow to lose myself once more , within his lucid glow since the time that tatiana and joseph had begun conversing and connecting on a level of soul , shed become accustomed to writing her feelings and visions on paper .