Love letter to a stranger,
No we have not met, old lines like Havent I seen you before? just wont work here. I know only a picture of you colored in radiant sweet desire, (mine). and a yearning to reach out for more, (yours?)
How does one seduce a stranger, all the old familiar fall backs are diminished by lack of knowledge. Honesty is the only tool left. A fool would brag and build a false character in hopes of insnaring the stranger, ah but then might discover the one she seeks is his true self and is turned off by this new creation. You see the folly in this approach? So honesty, hum, but even in that we are always editing, choosing what to put, what to omit. Flawed as it may be it is the best I can offer.
A lovers lips on the nape of your neck, the salty taste of sweat mixing with the musk of craving. Slowly circling tongue bringing your nipple to form. Like innocents we explore this unmapped flesh terrain. Time taken, to kiss my way into your heart, before plunging deep into you. The rhythm of two hearts, pounding in the night. Pleasure outweighing risk, if only for this moment. The screams both animal and angelic. The laughter as lovers collapse between the rented sheets. That first drink of water over a parched throat. And then goodnight. One shadow slips apart and becomes two distinct forms as the lovers move away from each other. Back to their lives, back to all that isnt in this warm room.
There is no risk free way to open your heart. There is no life without risk. Logic tells me play life safe. My heart tells me you only get one shot at this game called life, make it as wild and woolly as possible. What the world doesnt know, simply aint none of its business. Just people doin people things, as my dear old granny used to say.
No we have not met, old lines like Havent I seen you before? just wont work here. I know only a picture of you colored in radiant sweet desire, (mine). and a yearning to reach out for more, (yours?)
How does one seduce a stranger, all the old familiar fall backs are diminished by lack of knowledge. Honesty is the only tool left. A fool would brag and build a false character in hopes of insnaring the stranger, ah but then might discover the one she seeks is his true self and is turned off by this new creation. You see the folly in this approach? So honesty, hum, but even in that we are always editing, choosing what to put, what to omit. Flawed as it may be it is the best I can offer.
A lovers lips on the nape of your neck, the salty taste of sweat mixing with the musk of craving. Slowly circling tongue bringing your nipple to form. Like innocents we explore this unmapped flesh terrain. Time taken, to kiss my way into your heart, before plunging deep into you. The rhythm of two hearts, pounding in the night. Pleasure outweighing risk, if only for this moment. The screams both animal and angelic. The laughter as lovers collapse between the rented sheets. That first drink of water over a parched throat. And then goodnight. One shadow slips apart and becomes two distinct forms as the lovers move away from each other. Back to their lives, back to all that isnt in this warm room.
There is no risk free way to open your heart. There is no life without risk. Logic tells me play life safe. My heart tells me you only get one shot at this game called life, make it as wild and woolly as possible. What the world doesnt know, simply aint none of its business. Just people doin people things, as my dear old granny used to say.
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