You’re the big bath towel over my shoulder right after stepping out of the shower and right before the cold air can hit me. You’re that first mouthful of Belgian French fries with local mayonaise after I haven’t had them in a year. You’re that feeling when you wake up in the morning and you realize you still have three hours left before you have to get up and you can dive deeper into the covers and every part of your body feels like it’s anchored in just the right spot. You’re that first time one realizes people were capable of making something as beautiful as the Sixteenth Chapel. You are the smell of freshly baked croissants in the morning and the taste of summer slipping through the open windows. You are that first night of spring when it’s warm enough to go out in just a T-shirt. You’re the first evening of the year one can have dinner outside and the lengthening of the days fills you with a sense of opportunity and new life. Our potential turns my body into an arcade with a thousand pinball machines with players competing as to who can hit the balls the loudest. When you put your hand anywhere on my body I feel like I am an electrical music instrument that’s finally being plugged into its power source. When I rub my hand over your stomach I no longer know where my body ends or begins and for a second get afraid I will cause you physical harm with the voracious ferociousness of my desire for you. I have been sucked into you and only come out to return the favor and swallow you whole and suck you into me and then the reverse again. You’re the first time I discovered Playmobil cowboys and Indians. You’re the first time I heard the theme to the movie The Good, the Bad and the Ugly as a kid. Seeing you wear my ‘Czech me out’ T-shirt makes me realize what it truly means to be a man who loves a woman. You look, feel, move, taste and talk like you were breastfed on sexy girliness potion. The vulnerability you so easily facilitate turns me into a steady rain of white-pink-red marshmallows showering you with my love every moment of every day. So many of them you can snowboard everywhere you wish to go on a thick coat of marshmallow paste. Am so hooked on you that if you were cocaine literally every person in South-America would have to retool as a cocaine farmer to keep up the supply. You’re that incisive rollercoaster feeling of the soft-heavy-soft-heavy build-up of a grunge song. You’re all that times a billion. You give me the most all encompassing happiness, joie de vivre and rocket fuel aliveness I have ever felt. The only feeling even better than that is knowing I have made you over the moon happy today and every day. Your way with words, the carpet bombing way you penetrate and stimulate all my senses, your fast and versatile sense of humor, your cheeky playfullness painting the most outstretched smiles on my grateful face. You have found my start button. How could I not wish to plunge deep inside you with all that I am and turn every second of your existence into Blossom Safe Secure Thriving ChriWi Harbour with all that am and all I ever will be?