To My Dearest Priscilla,
This may be just the meanderings of a mad man. Please bear with me as I pour out my soul. I will keep it short and sweet. Without you I am nothing. I am at a loss. What do I say when there are no words to console my aching heart.
Let me begin with what I miss most. Your tender kisses. The lips that glisten. A splash of honey dew, likened to the nectar of the gods. The sweet fragrant aroma of your breath intertwined with mine. ‘Tis been a year, yet I still feel the steamy pants on my neck and you nibbling the lobe of my ear. On a hot summer night when I think of you, I can still taste you.
Let me end with my gratitude. I am thankful for my sight, without which I may never have seen your beauty. The beauty that is equaled only by the earth in springtime. The smile that is more radiant than the moon at full glow. Certainly God had a princess in mind at your creation.
Forever Lost Without You,
Constantine
About the Creator
Jim Moon
Redeeming my past, 1 day at a time.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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