As a matter of fact, a woman I met three months ago had chanted, I love you, over and over while eating my ass. She cleaved to my palpitating shithole, turning it into an ear and lips to receive her love. Where on earth was her love going? Who could she have been calling out to, over and over? Did she have business with my small or large intestine? Perhaps she thought that if she screamed I love you between my pert parted cheeks, the words would echo back. I think she simply wanted to hear those words—I love you. I too want to hear words of love.
