Some people want and want and want. You know what I mean. That sort of endless desire is agony because it is basically a state of wanting. It is a state of lacking, of being without, of being incomplete.

However, the endless desire I feel for you is not agonizing. Not in the slightest. I just want you. You are the object of my desire. You are what I want. Period. There is no “and.” There is no empty space. There is no clutter or meandering qualifications or contingencies.

I want you. You give yourself. That is all I’ve ever wanted, all I want, and all I will ever want. I am satisfied by my endless desire for you. You are my sweet love. You are my great love. You are enough. I want nothing more and will never accept anything less.