Is she not just the kind of woman you'd want to dive into her mouth and swim around inside of her? I have to say, I certainly would love to do that. For, someone with as mellifluous a voice as Mariella's, there could be nothing inside her that isn't comfort and warmth. However, the joy wouldn't simply be that superficial - I haven't come to this conclusion simply by chance or through desperaration - this has been carefully considered. Just imagine the actual act of diving into her! - it would be an otherworldly pleasure. For to enable you to do so you'd have to magically metamorphosise yourself as you dive, into something small enough for you to get in: a gorgeous shiny eel, maybe, or a sort of mythical water sprite. Just imagine doing that, and then having the luxury of swimming around in that well of ecstasy inside of her! Oh, why have I only fairly recently discovered her? Would that I had known her during the more enthusiastic years of my youth.
I accept this is very confessional, but what is this, here, if not a place for us to safely release our most personal and at times overwhelming thoughts, that would necessarily be pent up inside of us did it not exist? But, this is none of your business, really - it isn't between me and you, but between my darling Mariella Frostrup and her ever-loving,
Miblo del Carpio.
And now to continue this chapter's series of WoW's with every teenage boy's favourite abstract noun, a very apt:
Word of the Week
Infatuation (from the transitive verb, infatuate)
infatuation n. 1 a feeling of intense usu. transitory fondness or admiration. 2 affliction of extreme folly.
Definition adapted from the Concise Oxford Dictionary
'You don't love her, my dear boy - you're just infatuated by her.'
'Yes, I know that, sir. But it's just so much easier to say I love her.'
'Oh, very well...'
...
'I LOVE YOU, MARIELLA!'
'...'
