Leave it to him to go and uproot the gradually established foundation, with a mere declaration of inclination, (ah, these new sensations) that was everything I thought I knew about *** and my anticipated participation in it. I was confident and comfortable, I admit it, to settling warm and boring in the list of 'never been *****'. Never adorning to the glory of the morning after where pillows and sheets are shared with spoonings and sweet nothings and laughter, and oh, how I care to finally share with him places inside myself I've never dared let come to light beforeโthis sensation entirely new and rare and candidly honest. To be fair, it isn't easy for me to express, and oh how I would attest to the best way to attain truth and satisfaction, for it's a rickety bridge to cross when I've claimed I can't experience ****** attraction. But my darling whatever it is you've awakened demands I take action because I am listening to the hum of desire and with it feel the roasting of my ***** in that brand new fire like the Renaissance and a brightening sky at dawn. It's withdrawn, but symbolic and poised, like the flight of a dove. After all, isn't there a reason they call it Making Love? All other romantic pursuits forgone, Youโve thus far managed to do the unthinkable; you turn me on and I can feel the lust searing from the inside, out, while I'm hearing your revering and circumstance prevents me to doubt that this hedonistic dream I'm fearing has been nearing me in an ambush that began with September thirteenโ an exciting, hazardous route down a path of love and a cornucopia of potential yet to be seen. I love you not as a passing season or a fleeting whim; I love you terribly and without practical reason; your name glued to my heart with toxic adhesion; a world without you now proves pretty dim And the *** partโ
Life is intimate and if I'm going to be, too, it'll be with him.
Trying to convince you how honest I've really been, my Darling.