FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 458

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the sweet light I sensed you. Your colour and scent, the movement of your breath. And something nearing taste. I was in the cloud of your presence. God, how I wanted you.

  • Love letter # 485

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though I once yearned for the summer, summer made its way. Now that I pray for the summer to stay, autumn is merely a cool breath away. My desire is what desire is; the sound of itself. Yet you emerged from the silence; and into the quiet – and though my longing is sustained, you…

  • Love letter # 437

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is hard to admit, let alone say, but yes, I do ponder the possibility of us. What’s more, we have kissed behind my eyes. In my thoughts I have heard you say clearly what I have been reading between the lines. In fantasy we have danced. And today, waking from the dream of you,…

  • Love letter # 493

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s true. I watch them passing. Firm, young, glorious. Svelte bodies, lustrous skin. Strong and lithe and full of fire. Acme of desire. Fleeting angels in our midst. Not stopping to notice us. I look but do not follow. Burn, yet remain. Dream it all – in the space of their transit – yet wake…

  • Love letter # 436

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, that kind of evening. Heavy silk, the nearness of rain. Bare shoulders, a mist of sweat on your brow. In the golden light, the sculpture of your frame. At the dusk, your feather touch. In the dark, the song of sighs. Then, come morning, what remains? What of wonder, what of flames? Shall we…

  • Love letter # 426

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    Paul Ransom
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    Here’s the thing: you’re beautiful. Maybe you know this already. Perhaps it is of no consequence; and I am merely one in a line. The cut/copy admirer with hungry eyes. Take a number. Then again, it might not be like that at all. My eyes may see you differently. Because your beauty is not a…

  • Love letter # 421

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know he ignores you, don’t you? I see the way you try to get his attention, or hold it, and he diverts to his phone or gives the minimum response. You smile, your eyes full of tenderness, your lovely form inclined towards him; but he knows he doesn’t have to try. Or thinks he…

  • Love letter # 528

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    Paul Ransom
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    What if I love you too much? What if I lose it? This is what worries me. It’s not like I haven’t nearly gone mad before. Maybe I want it too keenly for my own good. So much that it threatens to leave everything else in ruins. The glorious wave that, in its inexorable motion,…

  • Love letter # 642

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are doubtless wondering why I haven’t made a move on you. Perhaps you think I am not interested, or that I don’t ‘bat for your team’. Neither is true. The fact is, I have dreamt of your touch for months now. I have imagined all manner of scenarios in which we are lovers. More…

  • Love letter # 446

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    Paul Ransom
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    I try not to look, even though I can; though you make it easy. Are you unconscious of your beauty; aware that the sight of you is unravelling? Is this display of skin and form and flickering gesture an act, a game, or is it simply you? Am I meant to respond, to be nearly…