He played in her lushness all night long She had a moist garden of much pleasure Within it he placed his pearl's treasure Each ****** of his ardor twas truly strong Her ******* were so scrumptious of tang She did so delight his sampling of her Sensuality set both of them astir Their meeting had a hothouse guitar twang Her inner petals held him with a thrall Their sweat beads did flow on the bed sheets The nocturnal hours did so captivate Primal urges upon them made a call In the starlight they performed their feats Which did of the two so well satiate
This was a handwritten letter that wasn’t patient enough to wait in the mail. I am a supporter of writing letters.
Our world is drifting from the simplicity of pen and paper. We love to complicate things in life.
I hope this letter can be a simple reminder that there is happiness and hope, even in darkness that reminds you of ink.
The first time I saw you my mind raced to memories of summer days at the beach; campfires; the sound of the ocean.
I thought, “She has no idea how beautiful she is. It doesn't cross her mind that girls envy her and men desire her. She is too concerned with the sound of laughter, and how it makes the darkness step back.”
I make a lot of assumptions, mostly unjustified, about people I cross paths with. But I am sure you are justified in feeling like royalty. You look like happiness.
A fort in the living room that looks like a castle, and cookie dough that tastes like heaven. If the opportunity crosses my path, I would give anything to meet you.
If you walked in front of me, I would think you were a shooting star and make a wish.
Don’t change. Shine unapologetically. You illuminate the humans around you.
Admittedly, the desire to write this letter is still unknown. The desire is there and so here are the words.