You look like love. You taste like love. You sound like love. Your touch is love.

You are love. I am looking forward to spending time with you in the exotic land of Albany, Texas. We will threaten the doves with fire sticks. We will dance together. I will wear the expensive boots you got me and meaningfully fuck you in a cheap motel while my frizzled old dog watches. We will laugh together. I will steal glances at you. I will unabashedly stare at your body.

I lust for you, Craig. There is no one sexier than you, nor anyone more dear. You look like lust. You taste like lust. Your touch is lust. You are lust.