A Love Letter, of Sorts
to sir, with love
By Wendy Carroll Gardenour Published 4 years ago • 1 min read
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A Love Letter, of Sorts
You are the piece that fills my empty parts
The calmness in my storm
The man that understands the things I need
The sweet three-word sentences get me every time.
Not the three words that most girls crave, but a darker three
Although “I adore you” makes me heart flutter,
DO NOT CUM, makes my heart race
I miss your kisses
But again, it is not the type most girls crave
Not sweet kisses on my lips or nape of my neck
It is the kiss of the crop on my ass, my thighs
On the tender sweet spots left stinging and bruised
I do miss the soft parts as well
Having your hands knead the tension out of my back
Listening to you breathe after we are both spent
Just laying by your side
Enjoying the calm
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