I hope that you think of me as often I think of you. How I long to bury myself in you, to feel your lips on mine, the taste of you on my lips as I lick the last bit of cream from your thighs. I find such thoughts consume me at times, and at other times I think that I have gone mad. I should hate all that you stand for, and an abomination. But never you, my mate. I cannot bring myself to hate you, only cherish what we have together.