time for us to get Smooved.

...sometimes another person says words that express my feelings more completely and more complete-rightly than i ever thought possible for even myself to express. if you are reading this, then you already know that i have been thinking about you; i have been filled with a fulsome longing which very much desires to have the suitable outlet of you. i thought and i thought and no outlet presented itself in the eye of my mind. but, then, i happened upon some old pages of one of my literary mentors -- a last and true Man of Letters,Smoove B. and i found in his words--from a series of letters to one of his most seriously inciteful and beautiful loves--a force of explication that was like the huggy to my bear. like a tributary running into the river of my Desire for You. here are some excerpts:

"To make up for all the foolish things I said, tomorrow night, I will escort you to my crib, where I will prepare for you a romantic meal comprised of succulent lobster from the finest sea. We will both eat the lobster and enjoy a side dish of rice with it. There will also be a baked potato waiting for you, and some butter for you to place upon that potato. In addition, there will be sour cream, which you may also put on the potato if you so desire.

I will also serve juice."

then, he continues,

"..when we have each finished eating our meals, I will lay your body down on a bedsheet comprised of 100 percent silk, which I will purchase in advance from the finest store in this city. Then, just before we freak, I will inquire as to how you like the feel of the sheets. If you inform me that you do not like it, I will travel to other cities around the world until I locate a store that sells sheets that are more to your satisfaction. Then, I will purchase those sheets and return home to put them on the bed for you.

It is then that I will hit you doggy-style."

but it was from the subtlies--tucked in the margins at the end of a 1958 letter to Heloise Harshackle--that was elicited most exactly the manner in which my longings desire to be made even longer:

"While I am freaking you, I will whisper various things in your ear. Some of the phrases I will say to you are, "Baby, you are my everything," "You feel so good, I can't stand it," and, "Girl, ride me." There will also be candles and a CD featuring the music of Keith Sweat to create an atmosphere of unbridled romance, making you wet."