Yes, Anais, I was thinking how I could betray you, but I can’t. I want you. I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit—ah, I don’t know what I am saying. I am a little drunk because you are not here. I would like to clap my hands and, voila—Anais! I want to own you, use you. I want to f-ck you, I want to teach you things. No, I don’t appreciate you—God forbid! Perhaps I even want to humiliate you a little—why, why? 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 Anais, I am so 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 behavior 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 love you. 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. I love your c---, Anais—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 anything to you? I can, can’t I?
Come quickly then and screw me. Shoot with me. Wrap your legs around me. Warm me.
Phew! Pass me the water spray, Romeo...
The picture comes from "Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman's Co-Creator, Joe Schuster."