FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 65

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    Paul Ransom
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    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…

  • Love letter # 67

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you stood next to me last night, I caught fire. The scent of your skin enfolded me. The sound of your out breath, a soft shove, like a fingertip tracing my jawline. Something in the pool of your gaze unzipped me. And that beat before you left…that moment held. In such wonderful silences everything…

  • Love letter # 74

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    Paul Ransom
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    If you are sending me signals, I cannot read them. For such erotic illiteracy I can only offer feeble explanation. I have blundered badly before – misread invitations – so much so that I have been frozen. The subtleties are now entirely lost on me. My basic operating assumption these days is that no woman…

  • Love letter # 39

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of course I wanted to kiss you. I couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful mouth. But there’s the careful, cautious thing. And there’s always fear. I do think you are ravishing, though…even if I pretend I don’t. I am just too scared to say it out loud. I get how pathetic that sounds. I know…

  • Love letter # 76

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, the sky was sublime. The water, it was shimmering glass. A silver sliver moon scratched a bright exclamation above, and the velvet air filled me up with scent and soft promise. I was a drunkard. Barely staggering. Would you be amazed to learn that all the while I thought of you? I almost…

  • Love letter # 35

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    Paul Ransom
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    Is it not true that those who live in the sky long for the ground? It could just be that I want you because you say no – because you are elsewhere. But could it not also be your beauty; bursting like bullets through walls? Is that not the real reason? For your eyes, they…

  • Song For The Unknown

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    Paul Ransom
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    I don’t really know who you are – but I can imagine. I’ve been noticing you, taking note of the little things, piecing you together bit by bit. I stand near you some days just so I can smell you – just so I can breathe with you. And when your eyes pick me out…

  • Love letter # 10

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    Paul Ransom
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    Do I need to list the reasons? I could go on … but surely you know by now. There is a key in the hallway – and there is a door with my number upon it. Everything else is yours.

  • Love letter # 41

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I am in your light, now that I have tasted you, I breathe in the age old epiphany of skin. All this talk, all these symbols – they are meagre compared to the soft crush of surrender. My bottled urgency has gone to water. The sting has been excised. It took the merest…

  • Love letter # 17

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because I am no saint I can say this: I want you. I have thought and felt intolerable things. I have bitten my tongue so hard my mouth has filled with blood. I have struggled with the weight of hunger – tried not to let it show. By confessing this I am praying that you…