desire

I'm going insane. The desire is overpowering my mind... All I can picture is Jack at my door, me pulling him in by his shirt, backing him into the corner - pressing up against his body as I kiss the breath from him. I imagine his hand gliding up my side to my breast while his other hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer to him...

Is it wrong to want the here and now? Is it really that unforgivable to give in to reckless abandon? I've been consumed by the wanton desire, all I ask is instant gratification...