I wish you were here or there or everywhere. I wish you were above, below, or inside me. I have never felt such a passion until I felt you through and through. How can one man be intoxicated? It is a question that can never be answered, but one I will always ponder and research, no matter how drunk it makes me. The blood flowing through your body helps heat up mine. The ideas twirling around in your head make me want to express my own. You could leave me a year from now or even tomorrow, but once I have had you, you will never be free of me nor I of you. Our scents are stuck to each other’s skin and it would be foolish to think there could ever be such a great passion in anyone else but us.