I hope all my lovers lust after you, crawl naked through parties seeking you, lure you into steamy hot tubs. (of course you can bring eo! this is strictly platonic.)

Phoebe gives exquisite example. A truly gifted woman is this: razor sharp, hilarious, intense, gorgeous, kick-ass, vigorous, truly wise and deeply kind. And surprising... Depending upon when you catch her, she can be seen possessing limbs in the quantity of 2 (Leggyman), 4 (Female Earthling), 6 (Saraswati), 8 (Who do i appreciate?) or 1002 (Avalokiteshvara, of course - who else?). She can be heard singing like an entire school of Pleiadian starfish, screeching like a startled pterodactyl, or pouring luminescent clear lovesong from an ever-unfolding origami sandcastle of dreams. We are all all ears around Phoebe. She showers us with her light. And she showers me, empowers me, deflowers me, and restores my faith in the simplicity of true connection, and leaves me breathless. New meaning to the letter X. Her very presence is my cosmoerotic psychoparabolic electroquation souloootion. I can't ever get enough of her formula. I'm hooked. I love her something wild.