Perfect_Order wrote:I lay here, on my bed, naked, fresh from a nice warm bath. I think of you, my dear sweetheart, no woman can come near your beauty, and no man has desired you more. What am I to do other than comb through the tangled hair on my chest with my fingers, and caress my nipples waiting for you.

Is it wrong to assume that you are LAGAROONE? In the first of the sentence, you appear to be a man waiting for his honey; but in the second part you are waxkale;
Real men don't comb their chest hairs nor caress their nipples