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Love letter # 65

It’s those hips – that’s why I’m in a swoon. The long line of that graceful neck, those opalescent eyes, that husky laugh … the way you lean forward. Yes, I am looking down your top. Isn’t that what you want?

Some fevers you just want to sweat out – some you just want to sweat. You know which one I’m talking about. Don’t pretend you don’t.

You could always lean forward a little further. We could always kiss. I think I would like the taste of that. Wouldn’t you?

This ain’t rocket science – it’s gravity … and I for one am falling.