FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 264

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked last night – in the evening light – in that lovely dress – it forced me to confess. I think about you all the time, and I wonder if we will ever, ever be. I am wracked with reservation, (having heard your stories of bad men and broken hope), but this…

  • Love letter # 205

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    Paul Ransom
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    Desire, love, connection – call it what you will – it appears to happen by some magical process. The sight of you has sent the signals rocketing through my system; that warm, enveloping tide of hormones and recognition. The physical crush in my chest. The gravitational force that urges me to touch you whenever I…

  • Love letter # 134

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    Paul Ransom
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    Ah, summer dresses. Whoever designed them must have had my particular surrender in mind, so precisely am I unpicked by the scent of skin and sway. By what is hidden and what is shown. By the beautiful way you move. I cannot look at you in that dress and be unmoved. Cannot look you in…

  • Love letter # 146

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    Paul Ransom
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    This may surprise you. I wanted to. Ached to do so. But I just couldn’t. Didn’t. Too many barely healed wounds. The heaviness of history. Net result: I was rooted to the spot. Not able to form the words, nor make the move. Easier to walk away and have you wonder what planet I’m on.…

  • Love letter # 263

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    Paul Ransom
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    Done my best not to notice you. Failed. I want to be immune. Impervious. In control. Am not. What will happen to desire when it requires action?

  • Love letter 211

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    Paul Ransom
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    I’m sitting next to you – typing this – and I’m on fire. But nobody would know. Not even you. I would love to get you alone, but the crowds make that unlikely. Perhaps later; though probably not. Desire is an easy secret to keep from others, but not from yourself. There is never any…

  • Love letter # 285

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    Paul Ransom
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    I’ve been trying to hide it – but your proximity opens up the cracks in my shield of uncaring. And now, even when you’re not around, I think of you – dream up scenarios. It’s your long black hair, your gorgeous smile, the way you let your hand rest on my knee. That and my…

  • Love letter # 178

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    Paul Ransom
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    You and me speak a language no one else does – although I’m sure everyone understands. It is the secret tongue of lovers. We whisper it at night. You breathe it in into me and I sigh in return. And you know exactly what I mean.

  • Love letter # 249

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I saw something amazing. Something I never thought I’d see again. Something in you. The smoke in your eyes. The yearning. Setting off a trigger in me.

  • Love letter # 276

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    Paul Ransom
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    How easily the bluff and bravado of man is undone by the scent of flowers. Flowers on your skin. Petals on your dress. The bloom you send through me. Even all my treasures I would give for this. Even all my fear. For the flower of your sweetness all the masks are shattered. All the…