Feels like Makin' Love

Should yield 2 equal portions--if not, please throw away the product and start the recipe from the beginning.

Ingredients:
2 Cups Tenderness
1 1/2 Cups Desire
1 1/2 Cups Utter Lunacy
1 Cup Distilled Coincidence
6 Tablespoons 'The Right Thing'
3 Tablespoons 'Pure Utter Chaos' (Substitute Chaos Extract for a lighter option)
Salt to Taste

"Fuck..." he said. "I'm out of salt."

Love is weird, man. Are you supposed to fill your cup and keep pouring? Letting the excess run over the edges and into the world? Are you supposed to fill a hip flask and take swigs when nobody's watching? Do you keep it in the top shelf, presenting it for your guests with a flourish so you can all "oooh" and "aaah". "Yes, it's from India. It's very exotic." Do you keep it in super-soaker and let fly at the passing cars, pumping and panting in the inbetween time? I think it behooves to open the spigots on your fingertips and leave everyone you meet sopping wet (and yes, that WAS a double entendre.)

I'm certain of this, there is no right way.

So shit, son. Whatever value it gains in scarcity, it loses in purity. Deep love, like deep thought, is a muscle well worth exercising.

That's all for now, OH GOD 7% BATTERY POWER LEFT.

Love Love Love!

Dakotah