FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 238

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    Paul Ransom
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    You probably already know but I’ll say it anyway. When we’re together I am alive with both desire and uncertainty. Your closeness, your flirtatious eyes, they ignite me – and even though I know you are taken, I burn just the same. I would like to reach across the space between us and complete the…

  • Love letter # 381

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    Paul Ransom
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    I keep looking at that photo – the one where your eyes loom out of the crowd, looking straight down the barrel, enigmatic smile on your kissable lips. I keep wondering what you were thinking and why you seem to be looking right through me. Or if I’m just a delusional fool who is being…

  • Love letter # 390

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    Paul Ransom
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    You should probably not touch me like that – nor stand so close – for you might start a fire that ends up with me in cinders.

  • Love letter # 233

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    Paul Ransom
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    In this fevered imagination of mine, I am in your arms. You are lying next to me, lips pressed onto mine, your eyes ablaze with the idea of us. We are beasts and beauties all at once, melted in the furnace of our touch. We sweat to be together. Sigh to be as one. Then…

  • Love letter # 331

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are a whole bunch of things that I wish weren’t true – like the fact that I can’t keep my eyes off you. Or my dreams from wandering where they shouldn’t. To the edges of your treasure. To the soft electric shimmer of your sway. The calm yet yearning pools that live within your…

  • Love letter # 417

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    Paul Ransom
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    My love for you is almost entirely imagined. It exists in the velvety realm between fantasy and despair. Silly ideas and simple facts. It brings them together. Tears them apart. And who knows what else? Because you certainly haven’t noticed. Perhaps one day you will stop – and there will be that moment. The one…

  • Love letter # 252

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    Paul Ransom
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    Quite possibly, you are too beautiful for me. As I stand on the brink of your kiss, I feel like someone about to drown. The sheer power of you is frightening, and I wonder if the hunger that will be unleashed in me will ever be sated. Will I forever be left wanting and wondering?…

  • Love letter # 313

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    Paul Ransom
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    When from the glittering sea you first emerged, body bedizened in salt and sand, I thought that you were the angel of summer. Of all my summers. And wrapped up in your fine form…every dream I ever had. All the promises ever made by every lover who passed me by. For yours was the beauty…

  • Love letter # 223

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    Paul Ransom
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    Thank God for the advent of the sexy barista. Makes my routine sparkle. When I know you’re on, I cannot wait to get out and come down to your café, to sit in my usual spot and let you pull the shots. Even in your work clothes I can see how your beautiful body moves…

  • Love letter # 232

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    Paul Ransom
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    Loving you has been really good for my weight – because whenever I see you I am sick with nerves and simply cannot eat. Your impact is so utterly physical; and all of my fine assertions and splendid determinations are simply melted on sight. It’s as though I have no defence whatever. Something about you…