[ CC ] Letter To A Poetess ( Who Takes My Breath Away )

       
September 24, 2018        
         
Wisconsin Dells        
Wisconsin        
         
Dear Adsila,        
         
It seems like forever since we hit the karaoke scene, let our collective hair down, drank ourselves positively green until sliding under the booth and you almost accidentally slipped right out of your sundress ...        
         
Sorry, I confess to being lost in memory's reverie. Or perhaps it was a deliberately created daydream ...?        
         
Regardless -- Girl, we should SO do that again ... and soon!        
         
I imagine hearing your voice and watching your lusciously relinquished lipped lyrics of Anticipation and Take My Breath Away -- it makes me positively swoon.  I'm in Love with your mind; your writing is not too far behind; I've said way too much already, haven't I?        
         
So, having just finished reading your prose poems again, most notably Soon and Holding The Cake and Oh My Fucking God, I admit to my loins left burning in the aboriginal fury of an uncircumsized candle wick, long and lankey, weighted  as if a foreskin boned with exotic piercings.          
         
Don't get me wrong, Hon - like you, I'm appreciative of a beautiful dick ...        
         
or two ...        
         
I just favor the buckled-on kind;        
         
having the sandy beach of my backside swirled with the finger painted art of stiffened nipple sultryness tracing whirled motions ...        
         
Am I being too risque?        
         
I'm so use to baring myself solely through the window of poetry, I lose track of where I am and off comes the plaid skirted pretense I'm deeply attracted to you. LOL Where was I? Oh, I remember now ...        
         
Erotica!          
         
It's such a BITCH of a genre to pen for those who want their readers to be treated to something truly spectacular, as opposed to all the "fuck me, suck me" folderol. And yet you are a natural. Don't be shy. Fucking OWN it.          
         
Here you are innately understanding it is about taking voyuers on a journey that is more important to be bewitness than the inevitable climax of Destination's Truth. I envy you so; your casual demeanor in telling the story that needs to be told for romance to slowly blossom as if the bourdgeoning breasts between young maiden lovers before evolving into a moist, clit flicking, furious frenzy.        
         
Fuck me -  I can hardly compose a standard letter, a far cry from the engaging scenarios you've fashioned together into gorgeous vision boards complete with flowing continuity.          
         
I'm hopefull the day will come when we can sit down at the kitchen table and, over a few gasses of wine, you'll treat me to how you go about writing such delicious stories that maintain an endearing stamina quatrain after quatrain, paragraph after paragraph.        
         
Yes, I'm unabashedly gushing at the prospect; collaborating with you, taking turns as equal partners, going in together on wholesome lesbian tales .....        
         
Oh, for shit's sake! I better hush my babbling brook of a mouth now before I dress myself up in another Freudian Slip as our mutual acquaintance would say.        
         
Thinking of You and "The Gals" always,        
         
( and believe me, I AM when given the opportunity )        
         
Mary        
         
❤👭        
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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