2017 is clearly shaping up to be the year of the unexpected. And I'm not sure how I feel about that just yet, but I'm sure I'll collect myself by the end of it.  
 
“The Golden State Warriors blew a 3-1 lead” trope is now expired, in exchange for the “Falcons blew a 28-9 lead in the 4th quarter (and a 99.6% chance of winning)"  
 
Remember I said feel free to trash talk me if Super Bowl 51 doesn't turn out as glorious as I imagine? I wasn't being ambitious- it was certainly glorious!  
 
It was just as, if not more, glorious than those moments when two strangers meet for the first time. There's a warmth about me you've never felt before... and an authentic, but still electric, sensation that we both experience when our eyes connect for the first time. Those pleasurable night dreams flash before you, in an instant, and you're finally realizing that I'm the subject in all of them. The sensuality emanating from my entry into the room is fully palpable. I move to take your hand in my own underneath the dinner table. Very suggestively, my hands linger about you when no one is looking. We've long forgotten that there are others around, and neither of us realize that the public is slightly jealous when they witness the subtle intensity of our interaction.  
What's with the two of us? There's something there, but no one knows what - except you and I. And, once we retreat to our exclusive chamber of hedonism, that signature lustful energy envelopes us as the bra strap falls to the side of my arms. (I'm always aching to be unbuttoned by someone like you)  
 
No, perhaps nothing more gloriously satiating than exploring uncharted, erotic territories. I love the feeling that unfolds as our connection builds over a glass of wine, a deliciously decadent dinner, and a stimulating conversation. A spool of magical thread unwinds itself as we move into a different realm where we can sufficiently catalogue each other's sensual proclivities.  
(I'm an exploratory spirit; I love to hear what thoughts bring you to the brink of explosion. Let's make them all very, VERY real things)  
 
And certainly nothing more glorious than that infamous look back, accompanied by a gaze into your eyes and a sensual moan of your name. My voice, once innocent and sweet and full of energy, is now low and traced with quick but full breaths. You're behind and I'm in front, leading us to the pinnacle of pleasure and an eruptive fulfillment of everything your fantasies have been made of. (This is like something straight off of your favorite movie reel)  
 
There's still that undefeated merriment that accompanies the meeting of minds and writhing bodies.  
 
We're right on the cusp of victory. I'm here to extend a hand- or a kiss, or a lick, or a gentle moan- to take you over the top and into that end zone, if you are willing to unclench your fist.  
 
Boston, I'm looking forward to celebrating and reliving that very exciting moment where one revels in personal satisfaction and flushing pleasure... see you soon and congratulations!