Truth, Purity, & Desire

So, this really isn't old, it's more of me getting a head start for my writing course I start next semester. I have a ton to write, and even more for english. BOOOOO! Tell me if this is any good or if I just shouldn't bother turning it in. Thank you! :)

I desire you. That is the truth in simplicity, in the purest form it can ever know, truth that is. It must be that truth somewhere along the way discovered a different comprehension of purity; a version which humanity, at least a being like me, will never recognize. I'm sure purity has an entirely different complexion than that which we assume also. Nevertheless, purity and desire by no means co-exist.

I am terrified of you; a statement with such a horrid implication, but such a stunning justification. Around you I loose my articulation (never, fortunately, my nerve.) You bring back the long diminished existence of daydreaming. When the gain of imagination and the loss of verbalization combine, it only develops a result consisting of the state of being terrified. How frantically my thoughts races when we converse, my tongue filled with the desire to never cease dialogue. If only I could explain my yearning, my vision of an afternoon with you. One spent laying in the state of being entangled in your sheets, entangled in you. There I would confess to you anything; I would permit you to invade the deepest corners of my constantly locked mind. Hours filled with the sensation of your hands upon my skin, and my enthrallment with the passion your eyes fill with. This is my desire, this is the truth.