Steps really should be taken. Drastic, formulaic ones. Measures adhered too, barriers entrenched....jesus, at least plant a series of well spaced hedges. People...you need to take this serious, have a clearly defined defensive strategy if you hope to stand a chance against this maven; charmstress she. Truthfully your no match anyway; non of us are.

...Erin, has this particular smile, which, at its core, is so reckless, so utterly drenched with joy, so sci-fi tractor-beam; it must be fueled by some sort of ticklish childhood summer morning daydream concentrate cream…some sort of deep repressed memories of a life when she, winged she, flapped hurricanes from her fingertip just because.

This look of hers, its so far beyond finishing school. Lay down, if you would, stretch out on a fluffy white terrycloth beach towel with me at the very perch of the planets atmosphere; where your tummy feels the breath of the thin blue air beneath you, and your back, the starry black vastness behind. Close your eyes, child, and rest your head. Envision the completeness; the warmth and intensity of the sun, the whole damn planet upon you as you float betwixt it all. Imagine the universe loves only you; pleasures simply you. As you slowly open your eyes, languidly focus your soft gaze back upon the earth, the whole sphere alive, majestic, charged; life circling bound by energy immaculate. Every ocean crest, every salt encrusted/wind swept rocky cliff, every animal, every family, every laugh, every caress unfolds to delight only you….

Here’s the truth; remember Erin’s smile…its still better.

My favorite Erin holds back tears bravely after a long day, even though I’d gladly take them from her. My favorite Erin brings me soap which works really, really well. My favorite Erin whispers across a dance floor…tells me not to think, not to feel nervous, just to act; the most caring soccer mom a boy could ever have. My favorite Erin hold me perfectly, and I she, on the floor of downtown loft after rehearsals; the very definition of breathtaking.

This lady has gradually, pleasurably devastated me. Erin breaks my heart daily. She is the purpose and the pleasure. The reason and the result. She lacks nothing. An absolutely marvelous creation she.

If Erin's heart were any bigger, she would need to hollow out her boob and store the remainder in there. But that would be gross- so I guess she'll have to just live with the cramped living conditions. u rok my little world. - A.T.

Erin enters the world much like a beautiful butterfly, randomly landing delicately on your heart and revealing her intricate wings to brush up against the rays of your feelings. As she lights away, gracefully and silently you wish to have known her better and given her more.