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"Scribes Of Love" Series Part One
This is a new series I've created. I will post one a day until it's completion...
"Scribes Of Love"
Series Part One
My dearest lover,
As you know now my love, I'm being held captive by forces I cannot outwit. They are grinding sadness into my heart. Our hours of separation have completely crushed my soul. I can't even begin to try and describe the emptiness I feel inside without you near me. Minutes have turned into days, slowly crawling by. The hands of time have become my worst enemy. You have been ripped from my bosom and slowly my insides feel as if they are eroding. I am, but a hollow shell and my soul has curled up and died. How can I truly explain how much I long for you? How do you explain the beauty of color or the magnificence of a cool gentle breeze? I can only tell you that my love for you is like the thirst of a drunkard for his first drink of the day. While my arms cannot reach you, please know I've never forgotten your caress. It is branded in my mind eternally my dearest lover. I envision your image and I am weak, crippled by your undying love. What I wouldn't do to brush my lips across your hot breath. Your taste is the only remedy for what ails me dearest. Our love is like a disease, gnarled up inside eating away all my inhibitions. Oh I ache to hear the tones of your hum in my ears, so husky and low drawl. Whisper your secrets into my heart to dwell. As the wax drips and dries on my hours of darkness, in my dungeon I scrawl to you my desire for you dear man. The candle has almost disappeared as I end this letter for now. The watcher is outside my door peering in on me while I'm weakened. I close this letter with only you on my mind. Victory will be ours soon, we'll be back in our abode making love till we collapse.
Always yours,
A slave to your love
© Michelle Rice-LaPine 2019
"Scribes Of Love"
Series Part One
My dearest lover,
As you know now my love, I'm being held captive by forces I cannot outwit. They are grinding sadness into my heart. Our hours of separation have completely crushed my soul. I can't even begin to try and describe the emptiness I feel inside without you near me. Minutes have turned into days, slowly crawling by. The hands of time have become my worst enemy. You have been ripped from my bosom and slowly my insides feel as if they are eroding. I am, but a hollow shell and my soul has curled up and died. How can I truly explain how much I long for you? How do you explain the beauty of color or the magnificence of a cool gentle breeze? I can only tell you that my love for you is like the thirst of a drunkard for his first drink of the day. While my arms cannot reach you, please know I've never forgotten your caress. It is branded in my mind eternally my dearest lover. I envision your image and I am weak, crippled by your undying love. What I wouldn't do to brush my lips across your hot breath. Your taste is the only remedy for what ails me dearest. Our love is like a disease, gnarled up inside eating away all my inhibitions. Oh I ache to hear the tones of your hum in my ears, so husky and low drawl. Whisper your secrets into my heart to dwell. As the wax drips and dries on my hours of darkness, in my dungeon I scrawl to you my desire for you dear man. The candle has almost disappeared as I end this letter for now. The watcher is outside my door peering in on me while I'm weakened. I close this letter with only you on my mind. Victory will be ours soon, we'll be back in our abode making love till we collapse.
Always yours,
A slave to your love
© Michelle Rice-LaPine 2019
Published 17th Jul 2019
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3rd Sep 2019 5:02pm
Interesting start
Will there be a Prequel?
Perhaps another series, eh? (**wink, wink)
Will there be a Prequel?
Perhaps another series, eh? (**wink, wink)
