His body is golden like molten gold. This hand of his... will smooth away these wounds. Justin, he is as beautiful as the sun. This sun which caresses me... is his burning desire. He is Phoebus Apollo. The sun... is his... burning kiss.
His beauty is enhanced by his anger. It is his anger which is devine. His punishments are like Christ's promise. He takes me in his arm and caresses my bleeding body. I want to be with him. I love him.
