Envy of the Gods.

I think, sometimes, you have no idea how badly I want you.

Your body… Your absolutely perfect body… Sex. Personified. The very definition of the word brought to life in the sway of your hips, the arc of your neck.

Aphrodite. Hathor. Freya. Áine. Ishtar.

All look to you with envy in their hearts.

And you ache to be mine?

Babygirl.

There are so many things I'm going to do to you.

You don't know the half of it.

Hope you've got as much energy as you say.

Yer gonna need it.

Yours.

(That you're such a dorky little nerd goblin turns me on beyond belief, too. Fuck, I love your mind so fucking much… Just in case you ever forget.)