Letters To You

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To: Benjamin Bell

I relish in the simple fact that my words have sparked a sense of speechless-ness for I not only seek to see you at a lost for words in this letter but rather in other pleasurable aspects. My mind is now burdened with the curiousity of how you would react as your sweet sapphire allows herself to be taken as your own, pure and raw as is. I crave to see the awe consume your being while your dearest sapphire surrenders impatience to the meshing of our raw flesh. I am but a woman in search of tasting burning desires dripping from your fingertips and heavy passion enveloping two weak souls for I am impatient for you. The passion that is scacred, unknown to the common being for they have not experienced the intensity of weakness and surrender. I am able to admit my Benjamin posses me no danger or harm without hesitation. For I'm showered with these heavenly words and sweet fantasies.

I can vividly recall that one night I told my mother about the man who'd stolen her daughter's heart. "Is it a man?" She asked with widened eye, and a gazed that made it seem as if I did something worth being jailed. But I watched as her uneasy face, went from a frightening look, to one I was very familiar with.

A smile I thought was forever lost in her neverending despair. "Why does he love?" She asked, as if her own flesh and blood was not worthy of such wondrous pleasure. At first, I was lost, unresponsive, but your letters came to mind, and I told her why. What seemed like it would only take a few minutes; took two hours. She laughed when I came to a stop. "you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. Capture by an interesting man. One that showered me with love, and happy moments. I hope he does the same to you." These memories make me ponder on you and I, the meaning of these deep rooted emotions for you and the reason why they exist in such an enormous capacity.

You make me feel like I am perfection itself. You make me smile on my tiring and emotionally exhausting college days; when I empty out my mail box and I see nothing but your name on that white envelope.

And you are by far the funniest guy I've met. It is impossible to forget the way you made my eyes wrinkle up so badly from laughing too much. These reasons are surely no measure for the millions there are but my heart is content for I need not be worried about being a weak prey to you for you my dear Benjamin is no predator. I hope you are doing okay right now and I hope that you are getting sufficient sleep for I know that witty brain of yours is undying in its reach for success. I believe in your Ben and I always will. I want to hear more about you; you are like a mystery to me. One that I am very close to solving. I want to hear about you, Ben.
I miss you.