"Love Letter"
Love is
wet on my body and drips to the soles of my feet. I am overflowing with the desire men my
age seldom encounter after so many crossroads passed and so few left. I know my
words ripen her fruit as she listens to them wantonly. Yet, other than a picture, I
am but a face unknown among many sharing thoughts that race her around a track where there
is only one lane... fast! Can she truly feel the truth within the package I deliver
to her daily?
Surely the roses I shower upon her body must have thorns yet
she does not speak of pain, she only draws me closer to her buxom bosom and drowns me
in her flesh. Her ass rises toward me in a divine gesture and I grab hold for the
ride of my life. The excitement of her willingness to cross every road, go down
every path amazes me. Her discovery of the mental and physical meetings of the flesh
is a rampant addiction and I am her dealer, pimping her body to a camera I can
only wish were as focused as I... but alas there is more to this portrait I have
painted.
Her freedom sits before a jury and the competence of her legal
magnate is in doubt. As for me I lack both funds and a means to acquire them.
While both of us hope for a cure to what ails us we find ourselves wrapped around each
other as often as we are home alone.
The love, the truth, the communication... they are there in our
room floating freely around us. The passion and the compassion cover us like warm
rain on a summers day. How sad the flesh has a boundary that only a flight by air
can shatter... and I believe with all my heart that the barrier separating us will fall.
Until then I sit in fear of the temptations that surely she has
and will have. They have a way of taking away the focus on a long distance fantasy turned
real. Does she know how much I love her? Does she know how much I care?
Only you can answer that question my dear for you are the one I've chosen to wrap my words
around.
I do love you like only I can...
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