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A Letter to her #6

Fuck it.. I'm sorry it has to go this way. I'm hardly me. LDR sucks man. Until that point where you can barely feel your thoughts, see them, share them and understand if possible. You'll be the most savage heart of all time but a few moments after, you're just a kid again. Your tears understand the value of her touches. Once in a dozen of fortnights you see her and now it ain't on the screen but beside you holding your shaky hands. Tons of the chains of thoughts freeze by her sight and all you can do is convince yourself that you can't do shit. When she walks beside you, she jumps a little every while reminding you what role you do hold in somebody's hope, happiness, love and peace. Trust me brother, if this doesn't turn your soul on, nothing else can. What's the worst that could happen? Break up? Hell no. That's very immature. Break up is for the weak ones. They pretend they get stronger after a break up, how shitty is that?  Love makes you stro...

A Letter to Her #5

A Letter to Her #5

"Your wildness is far beyond taming, it's for celebrating. We've had our terms not to talk but just to flow with it, I'm not sure how that works but yeah, that's the most erotic thing I've ever dared to do. You're everything i need, especially the face when you make when my hands slide along your inner thighs. You feel no pain of mine. I always dream about us, discovering infinite ways to love, both metaphorically and literally, but here, until a little more than half a decade, I'm forbidden to talk about what I passionately dream about. In case you didn't notice, this, is the pain i referred to darling. Please, let me explore the path as you are that and if you're it, the least I'd care is about the destination. I'm bound to control my senses in your romance and that is too much torture to take in. I can't speak of it and can't cry for it. Why is this torture so fun in love? When you know, better than anyone ever could, that your body is my most favourite dish and yet, I'm not allowed to feast until i first have to touch you on your skin. I'd love to touch your heart and there's something between me and it, well, If i were you and you were me, I'd prefer you touch it along in the most sexiest manner one could possibly have pleasure.

I fall on my knees, Oh goddess, I bend my head, until you want me to lift it up, beg you, by presenting you every inch of my body just to have old times with you, with my food as the bed becomes the table and as I'm thirty for the elixir that's straight down the belly button and I've heard the rumours for Village flavours being the best, wouldn't you let me to taste it? Again? It's more than months since I've touched something soft, something lively, something pink, something that hot enough to melt. Oh Queen, please, do not let me be one of those stupids who celebrate your events more than celebrating you and do not hoist your stupidity by choosing them. Let me be yours and i promise, you'll be painted even in the eyes of thoughts of romance and I'll make sure that our kids, well atleast one among dozens, will say it to their kids that they have had the grandeur to be the kids of the first and final best sculpture of all time! Lastly but most importantly, remember, you're the goddess of love who've failed to bless your one and only devotee by leaving him without the warmth of your romance."


@Sathvy

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