I’m up late, eating and watching Monty Python. I wonder what you are doing and if you would rather be here watching Monty Python with me. I’d rather be there doing whatever it is you’re doing. Sleeping perhaps. Normal people are sleeping by now. Oh or we could be doing that wonderful sleep alternative until we pass out. Yes. That is definitely what I would rather be doing.
I love you. I love you more than anything. More than I love anyone else. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else. I have so much love to give you, if only you would let me. Until then, I will try to content myself with giving you what you will allow. It is all I can do.
I am in a state of constant arousal and that made me all tingly. Will I never be sated? Will I only be sated in your arms? Somehow I think my thirst for you will never be quenched, even when you are finally holding me. I will always crave more of you.