A letter

from distance

I have never seen a letter write and I never had. I have always had all my feelings in mind but had not thought to write them down. Well, I have decided to stop thinking and start writing. I have strong feelings of those that burn you inside, they burn your skin. When I start by saying this, I can't help but think about him. I hear my mind say his name and my body lights up. I want to open the phone screen and get to it. Habrazar it, touch its skin, feel its perfume. I feel that capricious desire to brush my lips with hers. Know what your lips taste like. I have never thought of a boy in this way, nor have I thought beyond. Now it happens to me and it cannot be controlled. I am not a nun but I have not had sexual thoughts about men. Now my cheeks burn just trying to pronounce the initial of his name. I don't think about sex if not love. In that only once can I be between her sheets. In making me feel like a woman for just one night. It's just a wish and you will never know. They are desires, they are intimate desires what, who reads them, the first thing they are going to say is perversity but surely it is not. Or maybe yes, but according to whom? I fall in love with his face, his voice. His whole being and that alone matters to me more than anything else.