It twisted and stung in the pit of Terra's belly and the base of his groin. Burning desire burned, and it never ceased its slow blaze until it was satisfied. But, this lust could not be quenched. He needed the satisfaction every day like he needed water. He needed Aqua.
But she would never know it, and he would let himself suffer.
Fantasies taunted him more than the dark. They'd be twisted, bound, and panting as Terra whispered sweet nothings in her soft ears. He wouldn't make her scream, no, he'd dreamed that he would make her sing. It would be loud just like the heavens, and Terra would meet her at the horizon line.