she said

" i want to make love to you in free verse to sade with the windows open in the dark, so dark we can't see, all we can do is feel. i want to be one of your poems i want to be recreated by your hands in the dark. i want to feel that place inside of you where your deepest thoughts come from. you're so beautiful. i've never known anyone quite like you. sometimes i feel like you are privy to my most private thoughts. the ones that you can only think when no one else is even around. it's like there is something inside of me i have never quite been able to put words to, but you do it."

how does one respond to this:

"damn"

now i need seven vanilla candles, one bottle of oil, a box of prophylactics and a plane ticket to atlanta...oh, and of course a pad and a pen. i need to take a walk.