I'll take a closet to a doghouse anyday, Deanie darlin'!

Awww, Deanie, jest ya wait! I'll put all them Frenchies 'n thar "savoir faire" ta shame! 'Ats jest fancy talk fer knowin' how ta do it. Darlin', great lovers 'er born not made 'n I wuz born to love ya!!! Ya musta figgered 'at out by now. Why, I ain't known as "ol'skinflint" fer nuttin'!!! When our two hides a start a rubbin', thar'll be sparks a flyin' fer sure!!!!

I'll have ya know, darlin', 'at I'm also known as "Safecrackin' Bud," 'cuz I've got the right combination ta pleasurin' a gal ta smitherins'!!! 'Ats right!!! While most men er fumblin' wid the bra straps 'n a tuggin' away at the bloomers, ol'Bud's a workin' away at 3 left, 'n 56 right, back ta 6 left, 'n 50 right, while yer a "ohhhhhhhin'!!!" anna "ahhhhhhhhhhhin'!!!!!" ta raise the livin' daylights!!!! Then, with one last masterful twist a the knob 'n last pull a the lever, I'm IN, baby, IN, while yer a callin' my name, "OHHHHHHHHHHH, BUDDEEEEEEEEEE!!" My pleasure too, darlin', so dontcha mention it a'tall!! Yup, we'll hava crackin' good time!!

I'll have ya know, I'm also known as "Crossword Bud," 'cuz I've got a mean 10 down 'n 26'cross, but I'll save 'at lil'talent fer n'other, wink-wink, day, if'n ya doan mind too much. In udder words, baby, yer in the bestus hands ya ever could be, so doancha worry yer purty lil'head a'tall. Furthermore, I took copius notes while a watchin' "A Dirty Shame," tho' jesta 'twix you 'n me, darlin', I coulda larnt those kids a thang er two, 'an I ain't nere even bin hit in the head, kicked in the ass a few times maybe, but nere hit in the head. No brag, ma'am, jest fact.

Like I said, Deanie darlin', ya worry too much. Fer example, why worry 'bout volverin' each udder when we managed ta find each udder perfectly well ore the great 'n mighty Innernet?! I mean what were the chances!? Yup, here we are a billin' anna cooin' rite regular like in cozy dozy Room #8, easy as grease skippin' onna hot griddle. 'N wuz it so impossumble ta fine yer way ta the inner sanka a my heart or me inna yourn? Awwww, Deanie, all the hard stuff's behind us, darlin', trust me on 'at. When the time comes, we'll prolly be a knockin' heads when the rush is on 'n all 'at volverin' comes ta town.

If'n ya gota ta worry, sweet-heart, then worry 'bout real worryin' thangs, like the fish suffercatin' in the polluted seas, 'er the orzo layer, 'er wars a hollycoastal destruction, 'er innocent lil'babies a goin' hungry 'anna bein' neglected, but doncha be a worryin' none 'bout you 'n me a volverin'. 'Cuz you 'n me, baby, were made to be a volverin' ta each udder 'n we'll be a volverin' ta each udder as long as we're apart. Doan know 'xactly why. Must jest be yer magnetic personality 'at tugs at my 'artstrings so, ya 'tractive lil'nuisance you! Now, here's a mite a D'mitri fer you!

Love me love me love me
Say you do
Let me fly away with you
Fer my love is like the wind
And wile is the wind
No wonder I'm so wile fer ya, darlin'

Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness - grrrrrrrrrr!
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wile is the wind

You...
Touch me.....
Oh! Touch me again, baby!
I hear the sound of mandolins
Mission bells, birds in the trees...
You name it, I hear it...
You...
Kiss me...
Oh! Kiss me again, baby!
With yer kiss
My life begins
Yer spring to me
Well, somethang sure as shootin' sprang up!
All thangs to me
Yup, everythang's comin up!

Don't you know yer life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh, my darlin' cling to me
For we're creatures of the wind
And wile is the wind
So wile is the wind
Wile is the wind
Wile is the wind
Yup, yer my wile chile
'Ats fer sure, darlin'

XO
Bud