STAMPED: RETURN TO SENDER Dear Love-Making,STAMPED: RETURN TO SENDER 4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You sound so wonderfully terrifying that I find myself having wet daydreams about you.
I imagine what it will feel to trace the bumps of her naked spine as she lays, naked and free, on my egg-white sheets.
They'll crinkle just perfectly and her lips will be sleepy and taste like tea on a rainy afternoon.
I'll caress every crease in her body, she'll become the perfect canvas for my ink.
Oh, I'll write poems about the way her lips curl when she says she loves me,
or the shape of her mouth like a broken heart that becomes whole when they meet mine.
All I wish now was that I could somehow send her a message, a subtle breeze one evening in late autumn,
or maybe the sweetness of an overly ripe strawberry to remind her of my existence.
That wherever I am I shall find her. And I want her to know that I long to cherish and worship her.
I long to write verses about her. I long to love her and for her to love me just the same.
And finally, that I hope we'll