Hello my darling xxxx!
All I want to do is write to you, to let you know what I'm doing, how
I'm feeling. I just can’t stop thinking of you and when I saw your
letter, my heart began to beat faster and faster, in expectation of
the wonder and pleasure to communicate with you again.
Last night, I couldn't get to sleep either. After I got your letter I
couldn't stop thinking about you. Last night, under the vanishing
stars, with a somewhat chilling breezes blowing, I sat silently by
myself, outside, looking at a deserted field. I was alone under a
picturesque sky, so calm, so peaceful and so quiet. I was lost in my
thoughts. I was lost in my dreams. Images of you were beaming. I did
not know what came over me. Completely unsure whether it was a reality
or was it just a dream. Was our contact for real or was it potential?
Or was it an in-between?
I imagined that I was with you on a sandy beach. On that deserted
beach, I have drawn your strong but tender hands on the wet sand, a
silent face, smiling at me. As time passed ever so painfully slow, you
looked so handsome as you look so motionless. On that beach, you
teasingly invited me for a dance, the last dance and the best dance.
As slowly we danced, you seductively passed your gentle fingers
through my silky hair as they flew in the air, caused by the gentle
breezes of the sea and I pretended to be helpless in stopping your
wandering hands, unstoppable hands moving from my soft hair, downward
along my curvy shoulders and smooth-skinned back towards my thighs, as
a clear sign that I have long ago decided to remain forever yours.
The signals I gave invited you to chase and as reward you pour me a
glass of wine, and I allow you to feed me chocolates, piece by piece,
holding them with your lips. As you fed, you deliciously gave me an
irresistible kiss for each and every one of those pieces of chocolate.
As two loving birds, deeply submerged in the sea of passion, I
voluntarily became your most loyal and willing accomplice in "your
criminal attempt to corrupt my heart and my mind". Without ever
uttering a single whisper or a lone murmur, I wish, I hope and I dream
that from now on you will forever remain mine.
Never before have I felt so lonely, so desperate, so hopeless, so
helpless and so despair. On that silent place, during that silent
night, during that cruel night, in this vast planet, at that lonely
night, I wished you were here. If you were, I wondered whether you
would be nervous. If so, I simply wanted to tell you that there is
really no need to be nervous. At this moment, there are only the two
of us. Should you have butterflies, I will tell you, "honey, you are
mine". Kiss me tenderly and there will be no more butterflies – soon
there will be a new life, another human being, the beginning of our
family. You will be with me for the rest of the night. You will be
with me for the rest of this life, in the mid summer night, for the
rest of your life, in the cold winter time, and for the rest of our
life, until the end of time. You should never be nervous again, my
darling, because you are mine. There will never ever again be any more
butterflies. During the many years to come and during those sleepless
nights, there will only be pages of an album, a family album, an album
you and I will put together. A family album is an art. After all, it
is really an affair of the heart. Would you agree?
Deliciously I will kiss you, holding you tight, with my arms firmly
wrapped from behind, you will never again be able to take flight, for
the night, for the rest of our life, until the end of time, exploring
every single inch of your body... With your help and capable hand
guiding me, I will find the most secret of all spots that will lead me
to your inner most secret and trembling body. You will give me the
honor of always be mine. Once - definitely; twice - absolutely; three
times - we can discuss about bringing in new lives into this world
despite human cruelties in the midst of human beauty.
In the years to come, even when we will have grown old, even in a
state of frailty and fragility, I will still love you, holding your
hands, recapturing moments past, as if it is still our very first
contact, from the start, full of sparks, in the dark, as we were once
youthful, seeing you for the first time, meeting in that big world of
cyber space, the moment I attempt to gain access to your heart.
Nothing I want more than the fulfillment of my hopes and my dreams.
Thinking of you,
Your Margo.
Thema: Margarita <margo_ua@inbox.ru> <lingvanova@mail.ru> (Gelesen 2629 mal)