As I stand at the altar, my hands clasped in prayer, I find my mind wandering to the one man who has captured my heart. The irony is not lost on me - a virgin nun, a woman of God, harboring feelings for a man of the cloth. But what’s a nun to do when the Lord above seems to have other plans for her? I recall the first time I laid eyes on Father Michael, his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features making my heart skip a beat. I tried to brush it off as mere infatuation, but the more I see him, the more I realize my feelings run deeper.
My days are spent in prayer and contemplation, but my nights are filled with forbidden thoughts of the handsome priest. I’ve tried to drown my desires in a sea of scripture and devotion, but it’s no use. My body betrays me, my mind wanders to the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips. It’s a sin, I know, but I’m powerless to resist. I’ve begun to sneak glances at him during mass, my eyes locked on his as he says the words of the Lord. I know I’m playing with fire, but I just can’t help myself.
The more I indulge in these illicit thoughts, the more I feel my faith slipping away. I’m torn between my duty to the Lord and my desire for the one man who makes my heart sing. It’s a war I don’t know how to win, but I’m willing to fight. For now, I’ll continue to pray, to pretend that my feelings don’t exist. But deep down, I know the truth - I’m a sinner, and I’m in love with the one man who can damn me to hell.
>Soulkyn