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Letter To My Lover
To My Dark Lover,
You have kidnapped my heart and soul. While you so graciously hold it hostage,
I cannot concentrate on the tasks in front of me for thinking about you. There
is not one minute of the day you are not on my mind. It is a never ending cycle
as if a broken record is playing the same love song over and over. When I lay
down at night you are on my mind, when I wake you are the first thing I think
of. And, of course, you are always in my dreams.
And, within these I feel you. I feel your touch, taste your lips. Oh... the naughty
things we do, baby in those takes my breath away. I can feel you shift your weight
next to me, to move closer to my side. Oh god, I feel your hands upon my thighs
sliding ever so slowly, leaving a burning trail along the way. I can feel your lips
following suit behind those hands feeding the urgency building between my thighs
to a constant dripping need.
With that said do you really believe that I am capable of patience, even in the
smallest amounts? Do you think that I am capable of self-sacrifice and even
restraint? But, in regards to those matters I will answer thusly: No... Never!
I can't hear your voice or see your name without being swept away into those
dreaming memories once again. I cannot leave you, even though I have tried,
without feeling the ache within my heart or the burn of the flaming pain. And,
with everything we have been through, at this very moment my heart, soul, and
loins ache for you. Simply put I want you and I need you.
I don't think although I have wondered if you want me to truly suffer. To sit and
fill my mind with thoughts and images of you. I will not be shy or tedious about
coming to the point. Everything, and yes I mean everything about us has always
from the beginning been in urgency. We have not idled at a slow burn, and I
don't think that is what either of us want. It should be as the first time, with a
sudden collision and a massive explosion. My sweet, we must live life
and love to the fullest or not live it at all. We must set our evil tongues aside and
enjoy the feel and taste of the other. My desire for you licks and bites like a
serpent in the night. And, it is not enough that my hearts blood stains this paper
to be folded in an envelope and sent to you. You belong here, where I can tell you
this with my soft cries and exquisitely tempting sighs.
That is all that I can tell you although there are more pressing, important things
I long to show you. I want to see you, to spend the whole day wrapped within
your arms and the night spent within your kiss. I have things to say, to breath,
to whisper from my lips that I can not write down...
You have kidnapped my heart and soul. While you so graciously hold it hostage,
I cannot concentrate on the tasks in front of me for thinking about you. There
is not one minute of the day you are not on my mind. It is a never ending cycle
as if a broken record is playing the same love song over and over. When I lay
down at night you are on my mind, when I wake you are the first thing I think
of. And, of course, you are always in my dreams.
And, within these I feel you. I feel your touch, taste your lips. Oh... the naughty
things we do, baby in those takes my breath away. I can feel you shift your weight
next to me, to move closer to my side. Oh god, I feel your hands upon my thighs
sliding ever so slowly, leaving a burning trail along the way. I can feel your lips
following suit behind those hands feeding the urgency building between my thighs
to a constant dripping need.
With that said do you really believe that I am capable of patience, even in the
smallest amounts? Do you think that I am capable of self-sacrifice and even
restraint? But, in regards to those matters I will answer thusly: No... Never!
I can't hear your voice or see your name without being swept away into those
dreaming memories once again. I cannot leave you, even though I have tried,
without feeling the ache within my heart or the burn of the flaming pain. And,
with everything we have been through, at this very moment my heart, soul, and
loins ache for you. Simply put I want you and I need you.
I don't think although I have wondered if you want me to truly suffer. To sit and
fill my mind with thoughts and images of you. I will not be shy or tedious about
coming to the point. Everything, and yes I mean everything about us has always
from the beginning been in urgency. We have not idled at a slow burn, and I
don't think that is what either of us want. It should be as the first time, with a
sudden collision and a massive explosion. My sweet, we must live life
and love to the fullest or not live it at all. We must set our evil tongues aside and
enjoy the feel and taste of the other. My desire for you licks and bites like a
serpent in the night. And, it is not enough that my hearts blood stains this paper
to be folded in an envelope and sent to you. You belong here, where I can tell you
this with my soft cries and exquisitely tempting sighs.
That is all that I can tell you although there are more pressing, important things
I long to show you. I want to see you, to spend the whole day wrapped within
your arms and the night spent within your kiss. I have things to say, to breath,
to whisper from my lips that I can not write down...
Published 25th Oct 2013
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25th Oct 2013 7:45am
25th Oct 2013 7:50am
31st Oct 2013 11:16pm
It's a burning beauty, an exquisite passion, this need. But there's also something of a naughty cunning in your words. The red font really gives it a wickedly lovely vibe. Not overwrought or scaring people (as I usually am with love & erotica), but simply stated & elegant, a welcoming darkness. A pleasurable suffering. Great piece & photo.
