Do you remember shaving my pussy on Sunday night? I will never forget it. I will never forget how you held me in your hands. I felt cared for. It turned me on. You, my sweet love, turn me on like no other man ever has before. You are the ferryman, taking me over the edge to what the French people call “la petit mort,” which means “the little death,” which is a euphemism for orgasm. I’m sorry if you already know this I don’t mean to be didactic.

We took a long walk, you and I. Honestly, I would walk anywhere with you. I would walk forever with you. In front of you, behind you, holding your hand in tandem. Any configuration. Our relationship has become so very rich. It has depth. Given time, it will become richer, deeper, with more dimension.

Or, as we’ve said before, it can just be all about the sex…

I just long to be with you, Craig, wherever and whenever I can. I will go with you through the woods, through the desert, through the grocery store, to the auto repair shop, to the movies, to The Fish Pond, to the bathtub, the breakfast nook, the bookstore, and of course to bed. With you, everything is slightly erotic and extremely intimate.