I can’t find the smilie to use for KISS, but imagine with me that there is big, soft, delicious, long, sweet/hot kiss here for you. Congradulations.

I don’t know how many of you are out there whether ten or ten thousand and in my most vivid dreams I could never imagine me meeting you.

The legends say that now and then, every once in a long while a special person is born. Sometimes born male, sometimes female, this person always appears as the perfected form of whatever sex they are born. If born female, for example, imagine with me the perfect woman. Yes, that’s her.

Some say that this special person is kind, warm, intelligent, beautiful, sensitive, caring, loving… The list is too long and words inadequate to describe this person. Some whisper that this person can bring incredible light and joy and love and all things good into another’s heart just by being here on earth. It is rumored that this angel, this Golden Goddess, can touch and care for and share with and never, never leave many or more people at the same time--except for the time changes somehow--with her special machine that has clacked over 6,000 of these gifts called posts. It is also spoken, and no one knows why, that every special person born does not fully realize that she is so special. This is one of their signature characteristics. Without knowing it, these rare, authentic, honest, and unimaginably near perfect beings are just being themselves.

And although sometimes I think I just like to imagine (with me being the way I am and all) that there is such a special person alive, I must admit I have seen such a one as this. Imaginewithme, you are one of these special people. For me and I’m certain for many others, you are always here to talk with, play with, to laugh with, to get yelled at by, to flirt with, to cry with, and to be real with. Imaginewithme, you…you…well…Ah…OK, I’ll say it straight out, you are special.

I don’t know how to end this thing, whether “With Love,” or “Your Friend.” I just can’t find anything to say. It feels like my breath has been taken away. (Yes. I suspect it was you.) It’s not that I can’t think and I am all befuddled, but it’s more like my mind has been blown away completely. Maybe I have so very much to say and give to you, that three to seven words can never contain it all.
I'll just end as I began, that is, with a kiss to which I add a long, safe, warm, full-body, tight, very tight hug. If that's OK with you. Now if you don't mind, along with that hug, please imaginewithme the feel of full-frontal-glistening-skin as our bodies press together so strong, so urgent. OK. OK. One more please. With the kiss and alone with the hug I would like to insert the act of intercourse, first slow, sensual, gliding in and out with soft hugging and sliding my hot-oiled hands all over your body, squezzing, stoking, rubbing you litererally everywhere, then faster, and harder into you, deep into you, throwing my head back as you scratch, and claw my back. I've never seen anyone move like that when you flip me over and climb up on me just the tip, then with one steady, smooth, hot and wet you lower yourself on me and start wiggling. Laughing, teasing, stroking, tasting, plunging, rubbing we both explode: I shooting straight up inside and you gushing down on me.

Is that like how I used to be at Pixies before getting all strange? imagineforme, I wrote this to show that I'm not so far away that I can't see myself. Something is shifting inside just a crack, but enough to know that, if I try, like you keep telling me to, I will make it. I am very happy that a few of those 6,000 posts were for, to, and about me.

Thank You and Congratulations.