Two years that I hoped for this moment, two years that I waited to see you again, two years that my body had not forgotten, that my heart was in need ... of you Stan! And nothing in you has changed: still the same elegance, still the same grace, still the same wonder! With you, we don't make love, we commune. Far beyond sex, our body to body is exchange, harmony, complicity and enchantment ... Everything about you is gentleness, tenderness, humanity ... So I won't say more, it must remain between us, but , when I finish writing this word, I have only one regret, that you are so far away and that you pass so rarely to leave imprinted deep in my heart the nostalgia of our embraces, the regret of our kisses, the pain of your absence ...