to all of my beloveds

eeva

love #5

my tempting eeva.

it seems that, everytime i think of you, my mind becomes overflowed with the passion of a thousand courters. my heart beats vigorously in my chest, and as i indulge in the thought of you, my rationality and sense of self dull.

your smooth, freckled skin, and the strawberry blonde curls that fell to your back, as well as your toned hips and onyx-colored eyes. all of those features make up your beauty, and yet i will always find myself enamored everything else you possess within.

from the gentleness you display when you think none is looking, to the boisterous laugh you present from well-said humor, and the spark in your irises when i touch you.

it's these smaller things that cause only something short of electric to shoot up my nerves, making me fidget in your presence.

i am not deserving of your love, or your soul.

do you remember that one particular early morning, where the sun had yet to rise from her slumber and the stars were yet to be washed away by the daylight? i'd opened the door in a half-woken fog, and you came barreling into my frame, confessing your undying affections to me, while pretty tears dropped from your lashes as you held nothing short of a large coat over you?

i can't recall a time in which i was so overcome with emotion and feeling for you, and shortly after i'd started crying too, the minutes we spent together after that was ultimately gratifying and sensual, and as the stroke of your fingers delicately trailing my spine as we kissed and touched still proves to be one of the only feelings that i still shiver from when i think back to it.

with your coquettish grins and the sultry look that settled over your features every so often, i often amaze myself at how i could ever hold back from you.

if we see each other again, i don't think i could say the same.

i miss the essence of you, as we traveled valleys of flowers to find the one that would look best in your collection of pressed blooms. yet, i always thought that under that beaming warmth and cool breeze, i didn't understand how you didn't know that you were the most breathtaking one of them all.

i've known of my love for you for so long now, and i hope that this letter, stained from the absinthe that rests on my tongue, communicates that to you with every fibre of my being. you will always remain a part of me.

- Q.