Letters To You

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  To: Sapphire Gray  

Better I be ahead of time rather than late, because my heart is impatient to feel your emotions. But isn't as unsettling as my eyes are to read your sweet words, or gaze into your coquettish eyes, or as my lips crave to be pressed against the marking of yours on the envelope to simulate the same feel I hunger to experience in person. I won't deny it; you have damaged me in all the right ways. A comely creature who hypnotized me in mere minutes. I look forward to seeing you again, if not right now; if such a wish was possible. Times like this one, is when I become a fantasist and wish for the impossible. I find myself wishing that I'd stumble over a lamp with a genie in it, or blessed by gods with an ability to instantly teleport to where ever I so please. In my eyes, words can't explain how I feel, or describe how eager I am to comfort your natural light pink lips and fair delicate slender body. The one whom made tears gush down my face with her actions and a few anticipated words, as she gazed at my parched lips without attempting to put an end to its drought. A piece of memory I refuse to lock away, because I intend to return this feeling tenfold. The idea made me so blithe, that I couldn't help it but laugh as I jot down these words. To the point where my folks thought I was unhinged. I can't blame them. After all, they are so clueless of the source that persuades this happiness. They have no idea their son have found one of the most amazing girl in the world. If not the only one. One who's artistic, with sublime features that greatly dumbfound even her own sex. I thought about revealing your existence to them, but it will have to wait a little longer. 

For I seek to enjoy your company a little longer, before having you snatched away by my ecstatic mother.

What I have planed for you isn't anything sinister, but a little daring indeed. It entails some risqué moments, but not too much, because you are a maid. Are you? I hope my assumption isn't erroneous. I assume you are because of the way you acquit yourself. A maid who somehow manages to awaken me and these feelings without a single touch, or gaze. How is that possible? Am I under some sort of spell? I chuckle at these ridiculous thoughts. But honestly, I wish I was. There isn't anything that'd make me happier than being with you every single day, or being able to intake the same air as you. Deranged, but at the same time ludicrous right? I giggle like a five year old whenever I think of our second meeting, or utter your name to my friends. I can't conceal it anymore. I think about you continuously and find it nearly impossible to cease picturing that day.

The day my name will be turned into a pleasant song, and my warmth into an irresistible instrument. One that will put an end to your maidenhead, and will have pride using as your heart desires. For sure, I know You will wonder at its uses and enjoy its company. I am frightened, but at the same time not so much, by the thought of you abusing its uses, because you were not disappointed by what it had to offer. I too will enjoy such moments, if not, turned into a slavering man by your pleasurable in between.

The thought of you inviting me into your mouth and listening to the wonderful sounds your mouth produces as your tongue damps me as you try your best to conquer me. It'd be pleasing to our ears and my eyes. You might even be bestowed with something that can instantly change your life if it's placed in the right location. Does these words make you ponder? Perchance a little, or, Perchance more than I thought they would? If I have succeeded in doing so, my plan is already in action.

A single day hasn't gone by where I haven't thought about you and your every particular. Features at times that plays with me, fills my head with concupiscent thoughts. Way more than I can handle. I won't deny it, nor will I hid it. I am at that age where I sought these types of entertainments. No matter how many times I've dreamed of us performing this act; while gently touching myself, or even peeking at others who adored it. I just can't seem to put an end to this burning passion. Sometimes I wish you were here with me to witness it, but that's a desire that have been flung with the others. At times, I honestly think God Hates me. I know he's not the one to blame for these unsettling feelings, or our distance—but he has the power to change our future, yet he refuses to give us what we truly desire without traversing a field filled with proximity mines. Gosh dammit. It feels as if my life is drifting along the edges of a series of sharp curves on a mountain road without any safety barriers. I guess you're the only reason why I haven't drove off yet. Maybe You're my lucky charm. Maybe the thought of our days together preserves me.

This might, or might not seem strange to you. But may I have more pictures of you? I am in need of them. I may lose those in my possession. You're probably wonder how in God's name did I get pictures of you to begin with. No, I didn't break into your home. I simply did what any painter would. Not that I am. I simply captured pictures of you mentally. The beautiful moments I sought to have again. Insane right? But that's all I could have done, because the price of a camera is very steep. You're probably wondering why do I need a camera. Well, I want become a photographer. One who only captures your every moment.

I await your reply with interest,

Ben.