She could remember a time when she gave her mind body and soul to him completely. The air thick with passion and desire, and endless tease they would play.Whispers of an insatiable craving for each other that danced through the night and wellc into dawn.He touched her heart like no other man could igniting the fires that fueled her soul.She dreamt of his Touch firm and demanding, he set her senses ablaze .She could never get enough of him .She wanted more she wanted everything. Oh those sweet thoughts of Him .

If I like it ,it's mine.If it's in my hands, it's mine.If I take it back from you ,its mine.If it's cute ,draws my attention, or/is pretty ,it's mine.(No arguing that you saw it first.I did !)If I'm doing or building something, everything to do with it,is mine.If Daddy takes it away because I was misbehaving it's still mine. ...it's just being kept somewhere else.If it's broken it's DADDIES.

A body made of bliss leashed in lace ,skin seeking sins peeking through .Dressed to impress pleased to tease a perfect delight to pursue.

***** little girl concealed behind delicate lady like features, too shy to whisper of all dark secrets she keeps, but that look in her eyes tells all you need to know the  beauty in her heart and soul.

"It's been an ugly day today,"she said .'Tell me something beautiful? 'And he said her name .

She is fire ,he is ice one glimpse of her ignites his stone cold eyes.The heat of her body melts the frozen parts of his heart.He walks through flames just to feel her warmth .

The kind of love letters i write are the ones you read in bed stretched out under the sheets with your  hands between your thighs with tantalizing thoughts of passion and desire.