I was just telling you last night that I had the impulse to ask you to come away with me. I told you I loved you, revered and regarded you as immortal. You dont exploit my feelings but elude the subject. Didn't we say we wouldn't romanticize this- whatever THIS IS? O how your sensitive touch works overtime to titillate my every being. Ahhhh how I Your chocolate arms suffocate me. An accusation whispered in my ears that you love me too.