Oh dearest, don't look around so much. You won't find me. There will be just the letters. Sweet words on paper.
"Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours."
YOU ARE READING
A week of letters- Completed
RomanceMonday~ I wrote the first letter Tuesday~ Another letter for his beauty Wednesday~ You started to look around Thursday~ You left a letter for me Friday~ I sended you another letter Saturday~ I delivered the letter at your house Sunday~ I got caught...
