FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 511

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    Paul Ransom
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    The world may well decree, logic might dictate, reason will surely give pause – but what do we care about that right now? This could be little more than a moment, a flickering light in a sea of grey. We know this – but today, tonight, it is our light. Not because we own it…

  • Love letter # 480

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are beautiful in a way that defies all but the most animal logic. Much as I might try to arm myself against your pulchritude with reason or politically correct sensibility, your light shines right through the million cracks in my ridiculous defence. Even my hard earned trepidations about ‘falling for someone again’ are skirted…

  • Love letter # 323

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your walk. The hypnotic sway of it. The quiet way you dance, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to anything but the ecstasy of music. The subtlety of your smile. How you seem to know something the rest of us don’t. And then there’s the distance. That spectral horizon your eyes always drift out towards. As though…

  • Love letter # 637

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are so beautiful I can barely look at you. I am literally physically affected. Deep stirring occurs – lust yes, but also more than that, a longing to care and protect. God, even to adore. As though via some extraordinary mechanism of gravity you could usher a river from me. And this is both…

  • Love letter # 496

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    Paul Ransom
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    She was sitting in a pool of sunlight. It sparkled in her hair. Like diamonds dancing. I watched her quietly. Entranced. After about thirty seconds she turned, our eyes met and her smile unfolded like splendour. For a beat we were in sync. And in that moment I was with you once more. Remembering how…

  • Love letter # 310

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked at me yesterday – eyes like a question – your outbreath slowed, lips slightly parted – I wonder do you share this hunger? Is this our folie à deux? I know that there are all kinds of theories for this, from gushing adolescent fancy to the Wal-Mart spirituality of bourgeois denial,…

  • Love letter # 359

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your beauty surrounds me. The light that shines from you. The intelligence. Your tenderness. The almost blinding loveliness of your laughter. So much so that I can barely speak. And I am compelled to hold my breath, so as not to sigh like honey when you look at me. Then, when I close my eyes,…

  • Love letter # 352

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    Paul Ransom
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    If there was a switch that made it easier for me to formulate a rational response to this, I would not be sending you this message. But then there’s your sexy mouth and all the spells that it breathes in my ear – and my hunger for their promise is deeper and stronger than my…

  • Love letter # 362

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    Paul Ransom
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    Baby, you’re a silver dream. Better than a dream machine. You’re the sky in summertime. I love the way your bright light shines. I’m moving to your snaking beat. Sweating in your silken heat. You get the picture, right? No further revealing required? What’s clear is the way I feel – and what I want…

  • Love letter # 371

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s the playful glint in your eye. The smirking raised brow. The smile that seems to know pleasurable secrets. These and other things. Like the velvet of your skin. Its downy feathers. Those plush and fruitful lips of yours. Even the way you walk. To me these are like treasures. Better still, the ecstasy of…