Howdy, Bud Darlin'!!

Nope, no weekend, weekday, day, hour, minute, nanosecond's any good wit'out ya, Bud darlin', so's I'm mucho bliged ta hear I kin volvertu anytime I want, which'll be as soon as I figger the howuvit, 'cuz I have narry a doubt we'll git along even better once we git skintaskin! 'N I dint mean ta go haywol on ya, darlin’, ‘n hope I dint worry ya none. It’s jest ‘at plugginin’s not alwez fajitable fer me these days. Tho' whenever I start ta worry 'at ya mite be worryin’, I'm able now, thanks t'you, t'remind m’self of all the sweet, reassurin’ thangs yuv whispered ta me here in our li'l yup now room number 8 in the back o'this blue hitchin' post 'n 'at puts me ta rest jest knowin' ya'd unnerstan'.

'Sides havin' sum extry time gave me a chance ta go back 'n find a few o'the foreplayin's I never did git 'roun ta'dressin' onna count a yer sweet spellbindin' had me inna sorta haze, dreamin' ore wut mite be in this here Western/Romance/Mystery of ours...strains o'dmitri o'erhead...so's after settin' aside a few topics fer later...the soiled dove et al...fer now, one prosaic thang I bin wondrin' 'bout is how ya git by onna arable farm, sweet-heart, when fish is yer favorite dish - do ya have one o'them ponds out back wit' cod fed Purina fish chow?...speakin' o' morsels, the findin' o'tender tasty li'l song bits...I jest wanted ta say agin' how much I 'preciate the ones ya send me, specially now 'at I know from sperience now hard they are t'find - there's a lot o'real bad ones out there! So's I truly cherish - not only the ones ya share, but the time ya take t'write me along wit'em! Tain't no small thang.

Speakin' o'treasure, ya got me mullin' ore fine lines - nah, baby, not 'at kind you'll kiss away someday, but the sweet, melt-in-my-heart ones ya recently wrote, t'point out the ones 'tween tite 'n loose, rough 'n gennel, light 'n hard. The ones 'at make me KNOW I'm in the right hands. Also made me think 'bout one I need ta watch fer, like the one 'tween lappin' up the love 'n feelin' too full-hearted - er IS there one thar? Ya see, darlin' it isn't you I'd fear 'tall, but 'at full heart, mebbe wut come from too much steearvin' o'wunself a fore hand? Oh hayull, better all 'at lovin' at once than havin' time fer thinkin', right??

Now 'bout 'at natural progression o'which you spoke, it reminded me o'what I heard 'bout the way Frenchiemens operate, makin' love ta zee mind afore zee bodee 'n them havin' this definition fer it - gittin' a yup answer wit'out ever askin' a question. Kinda like you, Bud darlin', caressin' me wit' every look, every word...

This is hard t’say, but as I wandered this country
I felt fer just a fleetin’ moment ‘at
I suddenly was free o’bein’ lonely
Then I closed my eyes ‘n saw the very reason why;
I saw a gal wit’ her head bowed low
Her heart had no place to go.
I looked ‘n I thought t’myself wit’ a sigh:
There, but fer my-'pitomy-o'patience you, go I.
I saw a gal walkin’ by the sea,
Alone wit’ the tide was she.
I looked ‘n I thought as I watched her go by:
There, but fer my happy-man-walkin'-sloshin'-ever-li'l-thang-lovin' you, go I.
Lonely ones ‘round me, tryin’ not ta cry,
Till the day ya found me, there among ‘em was I.
I saw a gal who had never known a love ‘at was all her own.
I thought as I thanked all the stars in the sky:
There, but fer my darlin'-BuddE,-who-adores-me-more'en-life-itself you, go I.

XOXOXOXO
Yer ever-still-ferever-crazy-ore-you me,
Deanie