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Now, I know I promised a post about sex: something hard and wet just like we get. But I'm feeling philosophical and a tad poetic. So instead I'll deliver this aside. As the summer is over and fall begins, I ask myself this question: are you for a season, a reason or a lifetime? I loved the heat of the summer. Little clothes, sexing under your air conditioner, making it hot on the bed while the room was ice cold. We were just like the summer: blazing and bold. Behind the closed door of your bedroom, time stood still, nothing existed but my love and your will. Right now we are an idyllic dream: adults living a teenage reality. Dreams end when we wake up, will we end now that the summer is up? Was this just for a season? Or is there a reason? I don't know. I can't even begin to think about a lifetime.
We had it good in the summer. I wonder how we'll do in the fall? Will we change when the leaves change? Will we cool down with the weather? Nah, I don't think so. I can already feel our lust turning into trust. We're moving quickly. No time to think which is good for me: I think too much. And I'm still trying to locate my heart, so I'll go with this hunch. You're for a reason. I might not understand it now; but baby, you're needed. It's not just about desire; you open me up and inspire.
So now that I know there is a reason, let's go back to the seasons. The fall is cool. I like the fashion. But it's still lacking the summer passion. Usually, I don't like the winter. I can't deal with the snow, the ice, and the thick clothes when it gets brick. But then I heat up thinking about spending the winter under the covers with your...stick. Springtime in New York City is mostly an extension of winter. March is the same as February--forget April showers, I don't like it when it rains. The only good month is May. It starts to warm up and on the nineteenth it's my birthday. Fall, winter, spring, they are okay but I love the summer. It's the season I met you. I can't wait for next August on the 22nd. That's when we can play, "Do you know what today is? It's our anniversary." Remember that song? If we keep going the way we're going, we'll never go wrong. Here's the plan: we'll cruise through fall, stay under the covers during the winter, keep our fling going through spring, until we come full circle back to the summer. By then we'd have made it through all seasons, fulfilled our reason, and maybe we can start working on our lifetime. Lifetime? Chill. You should be home from work soon. Hurry up and call, it's our time.