Tuesday, Jun. 22, 2004 | 2:23 PM

It�s wonderful and surprising that a relationship built upon mutual admiration, respect, platonic love, spiritual kinsmanship, and intellectual rapport, could turn into something so gut wrenchingly physically passionate. As Matt says, we have worked up a ferocious sexual groove.

This is what I always wanted and never could get�I had finally given up on ever attaining this level of crazed sexual poetry. This screaming clawing thought eradicating visceral all encompassing religious experience. We become one when we�re together. It�s like dying and being reborn over and over again.

Right now I am sitting at work and I am so turned on that I can barely contain myself and I just want to run back to his bed and make love to him again and again.

The whole world can take a fucking hike for all I care. I forgot how selfish love can be�how it snaps into focus what�s really important. Love is not polite. Love is honest. Love is brash. Love points out hypocrisy. Love lays waste to all that is false.

Oh my God I want him right now. I don�t know if I can wait until work is over.