Thirst.

I am starting to feel as the person who is crossing that desert and sees a lovely oasis in the distance. Filled with nice palm trees and a water source. I feel like running to it, but must spare energy enough to get there. My oasis of course would include a nice male (or three, let's be a pig) and you guess what sort of ''water'' source I have in mind as my throat as been dry for so long and wanting, needed, to be filled with.....manly love cream. I hope that, unlike in some cases, the person was delirious and the oasis disappeared the closer he got to it. Mirage. Shock. Deception. No, soon, this oasis of mine (of ours) will be real. Kisses, Robert.