Love letter # 116

We live in terrified times, so I find this hard to say.

When I noticed you – wet and salty on the beach – water tracing lines over your incredible form, glistening on the synthetic sheen of your bathers…I was too afraid to look. I felt that if my gaze should linger not only would you know – and judge – but that I would find myself reaching out, hand seeking the sheer electric of you.

There is nothing complex about this. Just hunger. A raw recognition. My civilised demeanour – my politics and perspective – they have melted at your feet.

The smell of you. Your proximity. This is want I want.

You may have a chemical power over me but, let me tell you…I am more than willing to submit.