A sanctuary in Thailand where you really want to kiss him, touch him, love him. But you can’t out of respect for the monks, the chapel, the sacred grounds.

The desire is overwhelming. You look at him – his goofy hair cut, his adorable smile with crooked teeth. You look at him and you feel like a fingertip brushing against you could make you come undone.

“Sacred ground,” you whisper softly.

Sacred lips, hands off thy holy body. You look to his eyes. All you have is this. You’ve seen him naked before, yet a new intimacy arises now. Staring into his eyes, you see him differently. You worry how he’s seeing you.

You look away, but in this place you must be careful with your words. Silence is preferred. You look back again. Who knew so much depth could be found here.