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a midnight letter -- 2002-10-20 "I wake up and teardrops fall down like rain...I put on that old song we danced to and then... go to bed, dream of you, that's what I'm doing these days." ~ Rascal Flatts. I miss you, baby. It's 12:30 a.m., a little bit of rain and fog taunting my window pane. I'm listening to the country music station... Imagining your soft lips on the back of my neck. I want more time, I want to spend a day with you, take off our clothes and just touch everywhere. I want to feel your soft body wrapped around mine. I love the fact that you're taller, have I told you that? I love your long brown hair and your eyes the colour of the Atlantic ocean. I can't believe how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have found you. We're still in that exciting stage, where making love is new and fresh and scary and wonderful all at once. I'm still figuring out what you love... I want you to beg me and cry for it and scream for me. I want you to love me. I want to say "I love you". I want to give you a shoulder rub by candlelight, and fall asleep exhausted, on your shoulder. I want to reach for you in the middle of the night. I want to whisper your name and cry out my own passion and kiss those beautiful lips. I want to feel my breasts against yours, press my body into yours... feeling, swimming, drowning in you. Not knowing where I end and you begin. Hearing the thunder and the rain... I feel you baby, but you're not there...
Norway trip - 2004-07-08 |
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