You only wish I’d want to taste your gash. How rare is that, and then beyond that there’s the you I know on the aetherial plane who I can only be one with through material procreation unfortunately. You can only pretend to be who you are “in person” so much. Maybe I can see the side of you that isn’t directly visible in the ordinary world. Sometimes I think about uniting with you in that form. Or turning into one on the realm of spirit.