Dear imaginewithme,
Sweetness, I was speaking directly to you. You are my Eastern Washington, all hot and sultry and burning with raw passion. You are a treasured sorce of imagined sexual pleasure; you are the very definition of men's fantasy. One look at you, and I am consumed with visions of hot, frantic sex or easy, cosy lovemaking. Sometimes I just picture us kissing in a full-frontal naked hug with every lushous body part touching--breasts, belly, loins, even knees.
OK. OK. I know. I get carried away, but like every legend, there is a kernal of truth to it all.

Hugs and Kisses and Everything Delicious,
Larry