Is it wrong to love this way and with this intensity and passion?

To pile the cushions on the bed, gaze at myself in that massive mirror so exposed, so open?

Is it wrong to make love to this girl, as she lies deliciously naked in the candlelight?

It can begin at any time, a passing glimpse of my own reflection, sharp pang of sexual hunger.

And so I make a pass at myself and gradually succumb to my own advances.

Until this girl is utterly sated. Completed by pulses of pleasure that just seem to go on and on.