Fire, Passion, Red, Touch

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Dear Lover,

How I long to feel your touch. It's so warm yet it sends me shivers. I love tracing every line, curve, and angle in your body. I must memorize them for when you're gone. The way you hold my hand is pure; the way you bite your lip is anything but. I never want to forget the way it feels when you touch me, and with the fire that it shoots through my body, how could I ever forget that burning passion? I miss the way your hand feels on my face; soft, gentle, calm, yet firm and full of security. Just the thought of your skin touching mine makes my heart flutter. Imagining it now makes me miss it more. So please, don't resist when you want to run your fingers ever so gently along my satin skin. Your touch is like the greatest flavour my body could taste. I need it. I need you. I miss you.

Love,
Your darling.

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