"I lust for you constantly. I want to explode with passion in your arms and feel you do the same.
I want to fill you with my desire until the world is far behind us and the whole universe feels our union.
I want to melt into you, feel you tremble with seismic intensity.
I want us to collide like planets and explode like stars.
I want to envelope you, absorb you, drink you and consume you.
I want you to want me.
In short, I Lust for you!
I am yours - do with me as you please."
I found this on the net..
The beautiful eloquence of thoughts and the flow of the words is beautiful..
The passion they betray is almost palpable ...
Ah, before the advent of emailing and texts and phones, we had the artistry of words,
to carry our feelings across oceans and plains..
Letters that took weeks to arrive, and the pleasure they brought..
Is it a lost art, I ask you, or do some of us still posess the richness of the soul to bring forth such magnificent feelings..
The aching, and longing in these few lines (almost
) make me wish I would be in love..
Is the above not superior to any porn, I ask you..
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