My Man LD

I just sit here thinking about you tonight and wishing we were free to love openly.  I want to give you a big hug.  I think royalty wants to as well.  They love your courage under fire.  We will mate under the stars and conceive a satellite moon that we will name after you.  For now we will call it Endor.  I love your form.  You are not alien to me.  You are divinity.  Tonight I pass the chalice to William and then Harry.  Pete needs a royal rifling.  He will not be able to enter Buckingham Palace without it.  He is a little kid.  Soon he will do press juncets for me.  I need him royally reminded that my abuse was never deserved or funny.  I want him on the ship, but if he is going to sink us all, my mate will kill him with dignity.