A walk-ip apartment. A school bus. Every soft surface in my apartment. Just my bed at my old apartment. Your place. Your shower. Your desk. Your chair. Your couch. Kendall’s couch. A couch in an A-Frame cottage on winding road. Upstairs in the bed at aforementioned cottage. At a Holiday Inn Express in Livingston. A hotel near the airport, A motel near downtown. A farmhouse on a country highway..

Oh yes, and in the desert under the stars on a moonless evening. We could never forget that one:

We have made sweet love so many places, but at some point whenever we do, the world falls away around is and it’s just you and me locked into one another. At least that’s how it is for me.

I cherish every moment of our lovemaking, baby. I am aways present in your arms, soaking it all in. Kissing you deeply. Coming home to an old friend. Coming home to my lover. Coming home to you, over and over again, with each kiss we share.

Talk to you soon, hunky bear. Kisses.