Why don’t I get down on my knees and just worship you?
I can’t, I love you laughingly. Do you like that?
And dear Anaïs, I am many things.
You see only the good things now – or at least you lead me to believe so.
I want you for a whole day at least. I want to go places with you – possess you.
You don’t know how insatiable I am. Or how dastardly. And how selfish!
I have been on my good behaviour with you. But I warn you, I am no angel.
I think principally that I am a little drunk. I love you.
I go to bed now – it is too painful to stay awake. I am insatiable.
I will ask you to do the impossible. What it is, I don’t know.
You will tell me probably. You are faster than I am… it drives me crazy.
And the way you say my name! God, it’s unreal. Listen, I am very drunk.
I am hurt to be here alone. I need you.
Can I say everything to you? I can, can’t I?
Wrap your legs around me. Warm me.
// Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin.