FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Amorous

  • Love letter # 216

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    Paul Ransom
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    I fought the idea for ages; did not want it to occur. Knew it would change everything. I had almost talked myself out of it. Almost. It only took the smallest breach, the merest taste. A flood is sometimes held back by thought alone. The difference between then and now is an idea – is…

  • Love letter # 237

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    Paul Ransom
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    I should leave now. I have started to imagine you using your body in that way – how you would move. Sound. Sigh. This places me in an untenable position. I can barely bring myself to look at you, let alone carry on conversation.

  • Love letter # 126

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought I had it boxed. Funny how the slightest touch can bring the whole castle crashing. You only had to smile.

  • Love letter # 161

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    Paul Ransom
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    I wanted to reach across the void tonight. I wanted to break the trance of wondering. It was in my bones, in my blood, in the tips of my fingers – the sheer power of you. I wanted you like certainty. Like all of history. My longing was like the earth itself, ancient and deep…

  • Love letter # 185

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have tried not to see your beauty. Not to have it blazing in my eye. Not to see your lovely mouth, nor to smell your honey skin. Not to think of how your hand would feel, nor fix upon your hips. Not to watch you dance like that. Not to share your drink. Not…

  • Love letter # 116

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    Paul Ransom
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    We live in terrified times, so I find this hard to say. When I noticed you – wet and salty on the beach – water tracing lines over your incredible form, glistening on the synthetic sheen of your bathers…I was too afraid to look. I felt that if my gaze should linger not only would…

  • Love letter # 143

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    Paul Ransom
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    I wish you didn’t tempt me so – didn’t stand there like that. Or shoot that smile, shine those conspiratorial eyes. Sometimes, you lay your hand upon me and all my nerves are music, singing the electric song of you. Don’t say you don’t mean it. I know you do. You like the smell of…

  • Love letter # 129

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am trying very hard not to make it obvious. Failing badly. Something in your eyes, in the music of your voice, sets the horses racing. My blood gallops. Heart like a bass drum. But you’re not like the haughty princesses who know that every man is looking, whose painted smiles merely exacerbate their pretty…

  • Love letter # 73

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was…

  • Love letter # 112

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    Paul Ransom
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    Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour. A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat. I want to…