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Someone should tell you, often; I melt underneath the electric warmth given by your body and conducted through your touch. I have yearned for, desired, craved it. I say this with all sincerity; not only do you feel good, you touch good. I sit alone and wax poetic when I should just say honestly, deeply, truly, that I miss you. With distance and the long view the patterns and shapes become more resolute and form into simple yearning and desire for the closeness of this woman with whom this great friendship I share. A friendly partnership gilded in sincere affinity, trust, affection, and scary as it is to lay down these letters, love. Maybe I've been up too late, letting the mind reel on too long, but rest will only delay further what should have been stated well before. I miss you. I love you. My dear friend and confidant's absence formulates emotion that leads me to feel as though I am absent from myself. Though, as if to spite itself, there is no misery or suffering; may those words assist you to rest easy. Instead there is a warmness and steadying nature to how terribly I miss you, in that it is so wonderful to have so much passion, to bear such extreme feeling. And there is surely something great to be said about the strong emotions that are evoked and stirred by the risk and impertinence that come with telling you this. The existence and indulgence in such passion, as well as the expression of it, especially so brazenly, is a powerful narcotic unmatched by any other. I apologize if this is all a bit too much, but I feel so alive acknowledging and expressing, however overtly or subtly, these desires and the intensely passionate nature of my affection towards, and yearning for, you and only you. Fare thee well as a Southern light rises to warm and caress your neck and shoulders, as a Pacific wind gently kisses your cheek and runs fingers through your hair -- nature doing for me what I would so much love to do myself -- as you move and exist gorgeously upon a pedestal wrought by the collision of tectonic plates. Oh god, Darling Girl... you've taken more of me with you than I anticipated. Whether it's to borrow or to keep, I don't know, but what is certain right this moment is that I truly and deeply miss you, my friend, my reflection, my craving. I am immersed. My only wish, my intent here, is that these words find you well and keep you well, fortify you against cold lonely nights, and against any doubt or fear that you'll be forgotten or go unacknowledged for the beauty and gifts you seem to carry so easily, almost unwittingly. Do not think that I have been stricken down, afflicted, incapacitated -- for me to allow this would not suit you nor I -- but the cold fact is that I have been struck by want. The want of a dear friend kept so far. The want for that pretty girl with the wise brown eyes to be near to me and to keep me off balance, living in the moment for the moment, fending off complacency and keeping me alert, mind and body aroused by your stirrings. The want itself makes me feel alive, but actually being with you makes me feel more alive. The final bit of cavalier exposition is as follows. Having seen it once, I was transfixed. Witnessing, feeling an orgasm ripple across your body from the tip of my finger outwards into your arms and legs; the moist heat and pheromones being squeezed out of you as muscles clenched; the feel of your breast; the sweat on the base of your neck; the smell of your hair; those words you seemed to so deliberately order out; all of that, the entirety, the raw human beauty of this gorgeous young woman losing herself pressed up against me... this, in all honestly, was xxx of the most amazing and beautiful things I've ever seen. Witnessing that, was my satisfaction. I didn't lie then, and I still don't now, when I say that I wish you could have seen it. You were immaculate in your pleasure. Without a doubt, that moment will stand out in my memory forever. I'd love to see it again, anyone in my position would certainly feel the same, but in total truthfulness, something so amazing can never be truly recreated. I want to thank you, and at the same time apologize, again, not just for these words but for those actions. I could not resist, then or now. I absolutely mean it, I am sorry. Both for what I did and for being so awestruck by it. I had no right then, I have no right now. Be assured, though, this is not my only motivation. I was well amazedswing club Austria before, Dordrecht girls fucking and I'm sure I will continue to be. I can't say with any certainty that I'll write anything like this again, or if anything to follow will be nearly as passionate or bold. If you are flattered, I'd like for you to keep this someplace safe, as proof that there is at least xxx person who wants you, desires you, craves you completely -- body, mind and soul -- without qualification, just as you are or how you will be. If you are taken aback, you don't have to do anything besides tell me about your day or ask about the weather, or really, you don't have to say anything at all. Whatever your reaction may be, I'm sure I can take a hint. This is something that I will not regret, but would never forgive myself for not doing, not for my own ego or to try to hook you in, but because I think you're worth it. You deserve to know that someone can feel and say these things and absolutely mean it. And I do mean it, every single word of it. I love you. I miss you. I've desired you in every way. You could have me, completely, for as long as you want. Or not. I'm well fulfilled already. That said, I have no expectations beyond a long and fulfilling platonic friendship. So, really, no pressure, no anything. I'm just saying these things because I believe they should be said, if anything, as part of a bookend on a moment in time. And with that, I impatiently await our future chapters, no matter the content or depth. Deepest love and truth, J
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