Unto My Dearest, These Words I Do Share With Thee.
I call thee fair, for fair art thou, as fair as that of the
woman that did launcheth a thousand ships. As fair as Aphrodite,
in thy beauty, a beauty that quicketh my heart and the speed
of my steps.

With thine eyes of burnt umber, burnt by the heat of thy passion,
that dweleth deep within thy soul.

Thy hair, charcoal black, scorched by the desire within
thy heart, beckons me to loose my fingers within its seeking
tendrils.

Thy voice, is like soft tender music, when my ear catcheths
its sweet song. How I wisheth to catcheth thy melody from
thous sweet tongue, with my own tongue and savor thy tune.

Thy scent is that of the nectar within a flower's style,
when heated by the Sun's first light, on a fresh spring
morn, filling my nostrils and creating a great thirst within
me.

The touch of thy sweet lips have swayed my heart and has thus
built a great tempest of desire therein.

My tongue craves to run the length of thy neck, from thine
ears down to thy shoulders and then beyond.

To feeleth thy own breath upon me, entices the spirit within
me to burst out and soar amongst the stars and heavens.

Thy touch shall sendeth throughout my entire body, waves
of ecstasy coursing deep into the marrow of my bones.

To taste of the nipples of thy breasts while I holdeth thy
breasts firmly in my gentle grasp, is so pleasing to my mind,
that my heart does poundeth with excitement at the mer thought.

To enjoy, upon my own tongue, the taste of thy chocolate
flesh, sends waves of pleasure that swelter and then breath
upon the rocky cliffs of my never having had the experience
with thee.

To filleth my nostrils and palate, with the natural pheromones
and flavors of thous delicious peach, would be unto my heart
and soul, more fulfilling, to me then that of an intercourse.

The thought of thee dancing as thee removeth thy clothing,
for me, hath broughteth me such sweet dreams. Dreams of
pleasure, that I hath never thought possible. Dreams that
heateth my desire for thy company with such temperature,
thus having me wipe the sweat from upon my brow. Dreams of
holding thee, within my gentle arms throughout the night.