FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 365

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    Paul Ransom
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    Subtly. Nearly undetected. You touched me thus. Shiver on the surface of skin. Perfume in the air. The texture of longing. A brief sense of falling. Tightening. Like a breath suspended. In the orbit of desire I circle. In your wake I have trembled, close to undone. Have I imagined your attention, falling on me…

  • Love letter # 1001

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    Paul Ransom
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    Shall we apply the old standards…or would you like to break with convention? We could, of course, repeat old patterns. Bring the grime of history to our table. Start with a spark, end with a smear of ash. Rub more salt in. Or we could choose something else. But that is just fighting talk; and…

  • Love letter # 568

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    Paul Ransom
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    What I like most about you is your electricity. Your energy, your vivacity, the way you shine at night. Though this can be alienating, and hard to keep up with, it is never dull. You have a splendid movement, a form of aliveness that draws me in. Even when I turn my eyes from you,…

  • Love letter # 527

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because I had no other way, I arranged coincidences. It was not difficult. Our routines made it easy for me to be at the same cafeteria, to catch the same train. We would talk and I would wonder. Could I make you notice me? Did you see what I saw? Then our fingers touched. Barely…

  • Love letter # 612

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I would have said it – I love you – but now I do not know what this means. It used to seem obvious, but in hindsight perhaps it was simply a conflation of lust and other conditions. Now, with you, what I can say is that, whatever you wish…

  • Love letter # 922

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    Paul Ransom
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    You/not you. I/not I. Outlines of a sketchily remembered tryst. Me on the dancefloor. You on the tennis court. A few bright days. Even fewer nights. Your eyes searching me. Was I the one? Were you? No…as we soon discovered. A spasm of lust – lips and hips and hands – but not love. Not…

  • Love letter # 529

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    Paul Ransom
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    Is it realistic for me to harbour hope, to imagine a future including you? Much as I would like to say yes, when I wake from the dream of your beauty, truth is the sober eye. It is clear to me that I could offer and you would accept, and that for a short time,…

  • Love letter # 569

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    Paul Ransom
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    Someone once told me, “Shopgirls, they never mean it.” I knew what she was alluding to. Over the counter flirtation is just that. A retail game. Something to oil the machine of the day. “Don’t read anything into it.” Of course not. But then again…there are days when the check-out flirt makes my day. This…

  • Love letter # 697

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I have seen you, I cannot un-see. Until today, you were a name in a group chat. Tonight, you are the lingering sensation of a fine-boned handshake, a picture of wide open eyes, and the thought of coffee-silk skin. Did you hold my gaze for a moment more than necessary, or have I…

  • Love letter # 959

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    Paul Ransom
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    You. In those sunglasses. In that lovely black dress. In my room. Me. Beside you. Within you. Lost. We two. A singular choreography. Like solo piano. Dusk and vapour. Breath and dissolving. You in the half light. Me revealed.    

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