Oh… it's that time of year again…

Perhaps you've caught on to my cycles by now and don't need this warning, but…

That deadly combination of seeing more of you (both seeing you more often and seeing literally more of you, with you dressed for the weather…), and Mr FeelsLikeMakinLove2U having far, far too little alone time…

Well. These thoughts have got to go somewhere, or I may literally lose my mind. Every single last thought consumed by the primal urges that being in the presence of the single most sexually attractive woman in the world, the woman whose shape suits my preferences to a T, whose eyes and smile are so ridiculously beautiful, they could be (have been…) enough, the woman I could chat with endlessly about anything, nerd out with, the woman with the perfect balance of ambition and compassion, the most amazing wit and charm…

To be in the presence of that woman, on that lake, her belly exposed to the sun and in shorts that leave nothing to the imagination about the exact shape of those fucking amazing hips that seem to scream my name again and again and again, every night as I try to sleep… and that ass, that ass… oh my god that ass…

To be in that woman's presence…

And to realize that she's looking right back at me…

Very possibly with the very same hunger.

Well.

The resulting thoughts have got to go somewhere, my love. Unless you like me being a drooling, simpering idiot with no thoughts in his head except for what he could possibly do to make that loveliest of all faces contort into the most beautiful of agonies over, and over, and over again…

And no one wants that. So. Why not here, in these letters?

Yeah… sorry to sound like a broken record, but I do not know how living together is going to work, whether my heart (the physical organ in my chest) can possibly take the pressure it will be under, constantly…

I just hope you remember, as I slide into that madness, this outlet merely slowing my descent, never stopping it… that all of this, this ridiculous animal lust that builds up in me… that it's based on a rock hard foundation of the purest, truest love. That my heart belongs to your heart and my soul belongs to your soul, no less than my body belongs to your body. That all that love and all that lust is all bound up together… but even as age makes the later fade (or not… I dunno, I've just got a sneaking suspicion I'm going to be a ridiculously libidinous old man, with eyes only for one…), the love will always be there, will always be the strongest part of me.

So. Buckle up! The next few months are going to be a ride…

Love you, sexy lady. Can't wait to see so much of you this summer!

Yours.