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Letter to an Unknown

My Unknown

It seems to me there so long I hope. I guess your outline, a split second before closing his eyes. What about the black screen of my sleepless nights, I anime. Maybe Have you always been there, in all my crazy dreams. Maybe even my orgasms were singing your name ...

And today I feel that your image is a little less fuzzy ... Whether you're here, closer, so close ... What if I really want it, holding out his hand, I could touch the fingertips ... I have the impression, through the mist of dreams, you smile at me ...

And I want to tell you that your presence, whatever still a bit distant and vague, shakes my whole being ... I forgot I could vibrate like this ... I feel reborn. I had forgotten, especially as it's good, hope ...

Hope you'll like the sound of my voice that whispers your name. You will want to feel you against the softness of my breasts as you can guess when you look at my cleavage ... I even want to let me go to the mad hope that you'll want to assume my lace, to breathe the perfume ... Gather in the few grams of this delicate tissue, the essence of my desire for you ... Forlorn hope that one day, I feel your fingers get lost in the silk of my hair. Your mouth will taste the velvet of my skin ... Slowly ... And I will offer you all of me, so you get drunk on honey, thrill and softness ... For you to drink at my body, the sensuality that drives us both and which one can never quench the thirst ...

But missing from this picture of you when I try to breathe life into the warmth of your skin. He misses the taste of your kisses, the sound of your sighs, the skin texture of your chills ... He misses the taste of sweat and the soft sweetness of your buttocks ... The male scent that I want to collect the palm of your thighs. He misses his discreet, so unobtrusive that we must be very close and quiet to hear, what do my fingers through your hair ... It lacks the beauty of your smile and the taste of cum ... It lacks the intensity of your blue eyes in mine ...

I'm sure if I completely close my eyes and I constantly suppress the urge to growing in me, your image comes to life, to me ...

Your Angel hopes that you ...