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I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, withecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so thatyou faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess toyourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports... Whenyou are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your drybones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
Gustave Flaubert, famous French writer, to his wife Louise Colet.
Not a far fetched letter at all.