Conversation

Sometimes I wonder. I wonder just how much you want to know, how much you are interested in hearing. I often think I say too much.

I do know that I love you, that you're the sweetest, warmest, sexiest man ever created. I know you're my friend, and so much more. I know you care, even when it seems no one else does.

And I know that you are simply magnificent at what you do. Everything you do, although I can only speak from personal experience about some things. (And I would really love some additional personal experience, if you get my drift.)

I've read the book, and am anxious to try some things out...