If you listen close enough You'll hear the gentle drumming of my heart beat Inside the envelope.
Don't drop it. Open it gently.
Inside you will find Chemical solutions, black Ink on a page, a heavy handed mass Of words, slotted carefully between each other, Lines saturated in love. Hand crafted works of art An attempt to articulate and communicate The fires you send swimming through My veins, the tsunamis you send Tripping of my tongue.
Scribbled confessions of just how much my body aches for your touch.
Don't drop it. Open it gently.
It is yours. It has always been yours. I have always been yours.