3/22/96
Madonna, I want you near me. Not just for a night or two. I want to be the one you come home to. I want to be the one who can accept your love. You have so much tenderness, so much strength, so much compassion, so much humor, so much beauty, so much love. I want you to mother my child. I want to be the one you can tell anything to. I don't want us to be chained together.
I want you to roam free, like you were meant to do. I want you to know that I'm here if you need a friend. I want you to cuddle up next to me in the night, or day. I want to be your sex toy whenever you need one. I want to hear your jokes. I want to hear you laugh. I want you to tell me stories about your childhood. I want you to lean on me. Not all the time, just when you need closeness and strength. I want to be the one you call when you're lonely, or when the world isn't treating you right. Give me a chance.
You can ask anything of me, take anything that's mine. If you ever have anger that you need to get out, I'll be your whipping boy. You can hit me, abuse me, beat me. I'll take it. I'll wrestle you. I want to wrestle you on the ground. We could try to pin each other. Wouldn't it be fun? We could be playmates. I want to know all your fantasies. I want to enact your fantasies. I'll do it. Any kind of fantasy you may have. I won't just be a love slave, I'll be a companion. Do you want me?
Any part of my body you want to touch, I'll give to you. I'll touch you anywhere you ask. I'll bathe you. I'll wash your armpits. I'll spoonfeed you. Anything. I'll rub your back. I'll wash your feet with my hair. I'll comb your hair. I will be there for you.
If you need entertainment, I'll strip-dance for you. You can dress me up as your barbie doll. You can perfume me, shave me, make me a cross-dresser if that's what you want. You can show me off to your friends. You can use me to get revenge on your friends. Give me the order, and I'll run across town naked. If you want, I'll give myself to your gay friends. Anything for you.
We could take adventures together, go jogging, climb mountains, sneak around in the bushes. I'll go anywhere with you. If you want, I could show you where I grew up, the places I went for refuge, the houses I lived in, everything about my past. You could see where I came from.
I want to know you, all of you. Let us become as two parts of the same being. We could share secrets that nobody else could have. We could learn to read each other's thoughts and never have to speak a word. If we made the bond strong enough, we might even be able to tell from a distance when the other was hurt, or needed help. I would still want to converse with you, share language. We could tell each other anything without fear of what the other would think or do.
Do you want me? I want you. For a while, I wasn't sure. Now I know. Every fiber in my being says you're the right one for me. Every time I read something new about you, I'm made even more sure. There's just something about you, what you do, everything you say, the way you gesture, the way you look at people. You are my type. You are the only one of my type that I have ever seen. My love is for you. Please, take it, don't leave it.