Conversation with Brad that may never take place

No, Brad. I do not want to get you in trouble. I do want you to sit down on the bar stool next to me and sit with your legs spread around mine, my knees in between yours and lean forward so that I can whisper this into your ear:
What I want is to get to know you on an emotional and physical level. To make love to you in the slow way that will make you understand that there is good left in the world. I want to make love to you in a way that will make you forget the heat and death of the dessert, that will make you forget you are an officer and I'm not, that will make you forget about your girlfriend in Equador.