Ominous heart-dissecting memories

I thoroughly pray and seek for whichever one of the many causes my eyes have cried for, for a while, while not having to really do as described at all oh at all, as there is altogether an insufficient amount of reasons for such activities of mine and that my dear spook is exclusive. One cause. One with a temptingly soft skin. Dark eyes concealing a bright soul. A beautiful soul. A beautiful skin and no less so the eyes.