dear delano, how i dream of you how i dream of delivering you into my drifting dedication. how i dream of deepening my drive towards a destiny where you shine as a single star in a private sky and i can’t understand why why why dear delano… doubtlessly you’ve seduced me doubly once drawing with your words and verbs twice dazed with your deliverance of distracting dances dare i drink down these decadant ideas? where you split my dimunitive thoughts of love into factions that war which each other all demanding undivided attention to twin with my detailed fantasies and give birth to legions of desire? dare i dear delano? how i desire you how i desire to please you how i desire to endlessly caress every corner of your soul why dont you know the extent to which you unravel my royal mask exposing my heart’s virginity? and i just want to bring you into my present tense and i stay up nights riddling…. how how how dear delano? and when will our spirits tango in step to the universal tune of pore creating friction enough to make perspiration bead into a slightly salty spice to tease the palate for the subsequent bodily emanations which twitch betwixt the feast of twinned tongues flipped similiarly on necks ears backs shoulders legs ankles fingers elbows i only await being dear to you before i proceed, dear delano…