Letter to a Prostitute

Dear Brandy:

My sweet Brandy. Know that I  write this letter with kind and caring intent. Beauty of a letter is- its thoughts cannot be interrupted mid-way, the message has already been expressed on paper. I am implying that it's irritating when you interrupt me whilst I am speaking.

Let me be frank, I'm your friend for the sole purpose of fulfilling my salacious interests. To keep you as my personal nymphomaniac for the purpose of intercourse and also sexual discourse, because who are we kidding, we love that stuff. Last night however, I learned you are in more ways than one, very passionate and very caring. In fact, when you mentioned the special bond you share with your friend, it nearly brought me to tears. The nostalgia of my childhood was too much to bear. A friendship that special is worth cherishing- but not obsessing over, believe me I know; doing so will catalyze a downward spiral into utter depression. Rite now you have me; we are two hands longing for each others warmth: I am right, and you left- a sweet taste in my mouth.
Now I'm addicted to your sweet love.

Truly yours: John