PERSONAL/ LETTER: DEAR GIRL

Dear Girl,

I feel that time has come for me to find my soul mate, my companion. I know you’re out there somewhere. Don’t worry, I’ll find you.

And when I do, I hope that you’ll love me because I’m a simple guy and not because of anything else. I hope you won’t get embarrassed when my clothes don’t match or be annoyed when I want to watch "Two and Half Men"'. I’ll run and call you the minute the show ends.. And I promise to never call you while you’re busy watching the rerun of your favourite season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. or Desperate Housewives.

I hope that you will remember that I love the mindless comedies of Jim Carey as much as I love classics like Pursuit of Happyness and Juno.

I love reading, writing having long conversations, and also love taking long walks by the sea face. And if I cry in front of you in a movie, please don’t laugh at me. Please know that I am sensitive … in a manly, tough kind of a way.

I know that I am average looking guy, but I know that God has spent enough time giving me and my heart a big enough size to be able to accommodate all of this with a smile.

I pray that you’ll love me despite my tendency to forget birthdays, and if we happen to go out with your friends for dinner, please write their names really small on my hand so I can use it as reference. I’m a doctor and I love classical music and art. I also am a believer and mediation at least once a day. Hope you don’t find any of those very “uncool”.

Please know that I will constantly act strong and in control, but inside I am actually lost and confused. *(Just don’t tell my friends). Understand that loving each other means being together, but not all the time. We should never bail on our friends. Also understand that I may at times act jealous and overtly protective, but only because I have insecurities and not because you are doing anything wrong.

Please be honest with me without being hurtful.I promise to always be honest with you, because you deserve honesty. And I promise to open doors for you and buy your ticket when we go to the movies. Please let me do it, because it makes me feel nice. Not because I’m trying to put up a false show of chivalry for you to get impressed. *We can go Dutch when we eat out though.

And no, you’re not fat, or ugly. You don’t even need make up either. So don’t ever feel the need to ask any of the above. Oh, and don’t be upset if you’ve cut your hair and I don’t notice. I will love you even in Jeans and a T Shirt.

I hope you don’t think I’m asking too much of you. I just want to be happy making you happy. I’m coming to find you, so don’t go anywhere. Stay where you are, whoever you are. And by the way, my name’s Alex

Yours lovingly,

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR LOVE

Dear Love,

I recall the first time I thought I experienced you. It was very early on, it started with a girl I had a crush on in the 6th grade..her name was Valerie, she was beautiful: light hazel eyes, dark hair and even some boob action at such a young age. This was also the first girl ever to break my heart by rejecting me.  I moved on to a girl more in my league (who also happened to be the first of the girls to wear a thong to school).

This was during college...this relationship was also short-lived,  another Valerie..(what's with girl name Valeries) as we parted ways shortly after, and she started dating someone older. These were my first two experiences with love, and I realize now it was because it seemed like the right thing to do.

Fast forward a bunch of years: medical school... losing my virginity, joining the mile high club, and even having sex in a taxi. There came my first true, real love. This relationship was a long one, filled with a lot of great moments, but life got in the way. She lost her job..moved back to Boston to take care of her dying mom.

Sure, the heartbreak was brutal, the depression did kick in, and so did countless short term relationship I had after her, but eventually I matured and settled down again. This time was with a girl that fell in love with me and wanted to make things very serious, to the point where I didn’t think I was ready for it. So I fled like any coward would, because it seemed too early and too fast to get that serious with someone, especially when I had so much going on in my life.

Lastly, and most recently, came a girl that decided to “500 Days of Summer” me. She was everything I ever thought I could want in a girl and I was ready to give her the world and then some. I never thought I could possibly experience love again after the previous hardships, but she showed me that indeed I could. She was perfect, until she couldn’t get rid of her current guy for me — so that was done.

This letter is for all of them, and all of your exes that you have had in your past that you might hate and hold a grudge against. I am here to tell you that you don’t have to. To the exes: you have broken hearts and especially mine. You have taken real emotions and turned them numb.  You have done the unthinkable, but in retrospect I must say thank you for all the bad you have done and the hurt you have caused, because you have made me a better person today.

But through all of these experiences, I have learned not only about this feeling called love, but also about myself. You have helped me grow as a person, understand things better and you have shaped me into the man I am today — someone with whom I couldn’t be happier.

You are even the reason why this blog exists, because after we broke up, I thought to myself, I needed to make something that would help time pass by faster and make you feel like shit after you see how successful I am. Sure many might spite their ex-girlfriends, but I am here today to thank them. I’m here to tell them that they have done a great job, even though they were pretty shitty.

Getting 500 days of Summer’d sucks, the only thing that I have learned from it is that you have to stop depending on other people to find happiness. I have realized that you have to find happiness within yourself, and then whomever you meet along the way is just a parallel to your happiness. That is the mistake people make: they think they need someone else to make them happy.

Anger is a natural result, but instead of letting the anger get to me, I channeled it into things that would actually benefit me in my life. Like writing and it’s brought me to where I am today.

Sure I’m alone, but I must be honest, I couldn’t be happier. I wouldn’t trade any exes for anything, because where I am in my life mentally and my current stature is incomparable. When that right person does come into my life, that is when I will take them seriously, but it is safe to say that “summer” has ruined it for many. It will be the George Clooney way for quite a while until I can afford Kate Upton.

Lastly, thank you for making me the person I am today, helping me to understand my emotions, understand my life and understand myself. Without you I would never have this knowledge, and trust me, I am way happier than all of you are today — because I am happy with my life and myself whereas all of you never were, Lastly, I wish you insight so that you can see yourself.

PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR FUTURE GIRLFRIEND

Dear future girlfriend,

I always wonder how or when we’ll meet. Or if fate has been playing tricks on me and have always known you and I’m just too blind and/or stupid to notice. Whatever the case may be, I just want you to know that wherever the hell you are, I’m kinda sorta (not-so) patiently waiting for you.

But before we date, I think it’s fair for you to know who you’ll be dating.

I TALK A LOT. Most times, I will talk about things that might not interest you. Please feel free to butt in. I’d love that. Ask me things. Answer my questions, I have lots. Know that I also talk about the most nonsensical stuff. Just try and pretend to be interested, okay? I probably just want to keep you talking and hear your voice. I promise I will always listen to what you’re gonna say no matter how boring it is. Oh, and “uninteresting” and “stupid” are not the same, okay, so please be intelligently nonsensical.

I AM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC. Blame all the years of singlehood. I could stay in your place and watch DVD’s with you. You might get distracted because I will play with your hair, sniff you everywhere, and be busy memorizing your anatomy. Yes, I will do that instead of watching the movie. Please oblige when I ask you to hug me. I like hugs. Hugs are magical. Don’t get mad if I take candid photos of you. I will just store it in my laptop, stare at it and melt. No biggie. I also am gonna want to do cute and nice things for you because I like you. I’m gonna buy things for you that you probably won’t need because I feel like it. I’m thoughtful that way. Don’t feel obligated to buy me things back. I’m just being romantic is all. I might gonna try to cook for you and I want you to be honest on how it tastes. That’ll decide if I should cook again or not. But I probably will cook anyway. Oh, don’t hesitate to do cute things for me too, okay?

I HAVE MY OWN LIFE and am aware that you have yours too. I know we aren’t always gonna be together physically but that doesn’t mean we have to text/call each other all the time. I’m not saying don’t text me at all. It’s okay to check on me every once in a while because I will do that on you, too because I care for you. Just don’t do it every minute.

I CAN BE SHORT-TEMPERED SOMETIMES. I’m not expecting this relationship to be all heaven on earth. We’ll have rough times, too. Usually it’ll be about something dumb that probably won’t even matter the next day. But regardless how serious our argument is, never walk away mad. I never wanna stay upset with you, or you with me even for a day. If you ever feel like you’ve screwed it up beyond repair, let me take my time alone then wake me up in the morning singing either “Wake Me Up” or “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran outside my window. I promise to give you the best morning kiss ever—with morning breath, just-got-out-of-bed look, and all.

Most of all, before we date, know that you’re also about to date my imperfections and my insecurities; my constant need to feel appreciated and anxiety on what other people think of me. You are about to date someone that has no idea about dating thus trying out crazy things that he thinks may help in the relationship; someone who had been doubting if he’ll ever be loved; someone who had been waiting all his life.

But you are also about to date the way I smile whenever I see you; the way I always want you near; the way I long for you whenever we’re apart; the way I text you in the morning about how i want your PY in my mouth and wish you a nice day ahead; the way I blush, and get so excited whenever people ask me about you and how I stutter while telling them.

Before we date, I only ask three things:

1. When you hold me, hold me like you don’t wanna let go.

2. When you kiss me, kiss me like you’ve waited all your life to taste these lips.

3. If you love me, love me like it’s the only thing you ever wanna do.

Sincerely,

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL/LETTER: THE SUN ACTIVATE MY MESSAGE TO THE UNIVERSE

I have done a lot of stupid shit to get woman in my life.

Of course I do realize the main thing I could do to get a girl I never ever do. Which is, like, be a little less crazy and submit to them and don't care if they aren't really nice..

I just can't do it. I really like how I am and who I am and the way I am. I completely understand that I'm not for everyone, and I think I'm even less obnoxious than I used to be and now even love myself enough that I'm probably ready to find a nice woman. Hooray!

But how do I do THAT? How do I actually find The One?

In desperation, I've decided to officially write a Letter to the Universe to find me a woman. I first read about somwhere that if you write exactly the qualities you want in Your Woman and put your letter up in your window, the force of the sun will activate the letter or something like that, and then presto you are fully married with babies.

Seems pretty foolproof.

Of course I probably also have to go on dates, too. The last "date" I went on was off that gnarly She wasn't really ready to get into a relationship ...and was just looking for sex. I kid you NOT.

So  how does that whole putting it out there to the universe thing and writing a letter to the sun work?

Well, the idea is that by developing a list of what you're LOOKING FOR it can be incredibly helpful because then you really synthesize your vision of what you're actually wanting in a mate. It's also important to know what your dealbreakers are.

Me? I'm a very spiritual person. I mediate every morning. It's the only part of my day that is an actual routine. But I tend to date atheists sometimes. I don't care. Whatever. Not a dealbreaker. I don't drink. Someone else does? Grand. I'm 5'7". You're a tall woman? Fine. Married? Well, I do draw the line there. Sorry, open married girl. Tall and skinny is perfect though.

Anyway, the reason coming up with the list of what you want is so important is that without it: You might just be settling for whoever comes your way and slings a compliment in your general direction. No. We do not want that. Let's think about what we really actually want, shall we?

It's worked for me in the past. Like. Wanted: Long-haired woman. Got: Long-haired woman.

Wanted: Know-it-all intellectual. Got: a female version of Mr Spock.

Now my list is even more specific. And I've put it up in the window! So according to what i read, my woman should be strolling up to me, saying, "Howdy and hello, Alex, and will you take me to be your lawfully wedded wifef" like seriously any second. The sun just needs to activate it and shit.

Dear Sun, please bring me all of this. And a big tits. Thank you.



I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR YOU AGAIN

Dear You again.,

Can I call you snowflake, Once we’re married I’m sure I’ll have all kinds of other nicknames for you. Certainly one of them will involve the word “pumpkin” because, obviously, pumpkin is the most fucking adorable word in the English language. 

But listen. There’s plenty of time to iron all that out later.

I’ve been thinking about this whole marriage thing a lot. The Universe has thrown us an unmistakable sign that we are each other’s destinies. But the thing is, I already have one failed marriage under my belt. . It’s really important that we do it right this time.

Considering that we haven’t met in person yet and that you don’t know I exist, I think it should jump right into this relationsihp. I can sense that if you were actually reading this, you’d be nodding your head slowly and thoughtfully, indicating your agreement. So thank you for that.

Unfortunately, you’re at a disadvantage in getting to know me, your future husband and father of your children. I’m not famous so you can’t just Google me — and we all know that Googling someone is an excellent way to get to know them.

That’s why I’ve decided to give you some one-stop shopping. I’ll compile everything you need to know about me right here on the old blog: past relationships, sex, divorce, all the things that make me tick … That way you can discover those tiny little details that will make you love me in the beginning — and that later will make you want to kill me in my sleep.

I’ll probably post things here al the time  I’m sure you, as my cosmically appointed soulmate, understand this. And I have to say, I think it’s pretty goddamn adorable that you’re already accepting me for me, even before you know who I am.

Because here’s the thing, Dating s is like shopping at the scratch and dent appliance store. You’re not gonna find something new and perfect. The best you can hope for is something where the dings only show from certain angles. I’m willing to show you my damage with the expectation that you’ll still want me anyway.

So let’s do this thing. Let’s make it fucking happen so we can live in eternal goddamn rapture together or some shit.

By the way, a few of my friends have offered to throw the wedding for us. I declined, as neither of us is a first-timer at this thang. I was thinking maybe a Justice of the Peace and then having some pizzas sent over to the corner suite at the Best Western. That work for you?

Rock on, future wife girl. Marital bliss, here we come.

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR YOU

Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.

There is a part of om every guy's heart that envisions his princess/slut.  

So many years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little guy who hopes for his slutty little princess. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to find here, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could've read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the girl who makes me hear songs like All My Life or A Whole New World  in my head when I see her does not mean I don't hope that it'll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday something I leave completely up to God because I'm pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can't promise you that I'd make the world's most perfect prince. In fact I'll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities. there are a lot of them. I can promise to be your best friend however that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I'll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that'll only be because I absolutely adore you. I'll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your dad

I?ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you?even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I'll listen to your music and we'll go on epic adventures together seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, You'll be the girl who takes me the way I am and will laugh as I burst into Disney song 

You'll be that someone I envision a future with us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler's annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the woman I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this woman I can't wait to love. Please know that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you're out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,

Me

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL: SIMPLY EMBRACING LIFE

An open letter to those who love me. (And who care to read)


"Jump. Leap. Embrace. Experience. Feel. Hope. Relinquish. Forgive. Love!"

For the past year I have yearned for a life of adventure. I have molted. I have shed insecurities and gained strength. I have become more self aware. I have learned to Love better. I have not lost myself. I have not become easily swayed. I have not lost intention.

With this new person I am forming I have chosen a path that is exciting and new. Doubt isn't allowed here. Critical thinking is a constant but it is coupled with loving kindness.

For once in my entire life I am jumping in. Embracing what will come. Experiencing something I deserve. Allowing myself to feel all the lovely, sweet, wonderful feelings. Letting hope fill the air and permeate my home. I am relinquishing all fear and breaking the walls. I am forgiving the past and only looking forward to the future. And I am absolutely and completely in-LOVE

Life is this crazy mix of wonder and hurt. Both are inevitable. But to guard against either one and not allow them their due course in your life is to deprive oneself.

I am learning to embrace it all. Heartbreak from lost friends. Hugs from my nephews. A first Kiss. A text from a friend that makes me smile. Misunderstandings that lead to tears. ALL OF IT!

I do not go into any of it with a notion that life will be perfect or that it will be easy. I am simply embracing the option to open myself up. Completely.

I am starting a new journey. It is weird and fast and splendidly amazing. I love those who love me but want you to know I will be ok. I am strong and wise and can get through a lot. Especially because I have people like you who care so much.

But I beg of you to trust me. Know that I do not enter into anything without thinking. Thinking is what I do. But along with that is a heart of whimsy. An adventureous spirit and a longing for a story to tell. I am writing my story and this chapter is going to be fantastical, I promise.

"...Living is Grand."

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

LOVE:MY RESISTANCE IS OVER

I dream of you nightly. I think of you daily,  How can  I not write this letter to celebrate how very special you are to me?  I’m compelled to do so…

Such wonderful intimacy we share, no covering up, complete vulnerability. To possess such passion and desire within, to experience such intimacy with someone…  is intoxicating.

We both have questioned the norm in this relationship because it exceeds all expectations and boundaries.  What a joy it is to make love to each other passionately. What joy we take in discovering the pleasures of each other’s bodies. Sex between you and I makes us feel alive, it lets the other know how much we cherish them , it’s exciting and thrilling to know that we desire each other so much.  Your kisses are like the breeze whispering over my lips. Gentle, fluttering, soft… at other times, they’re demanding and stormy…and always, always, equally passionate. I feel breathless and yet so alive.

It’s magical to be with a woman who feels the same as I. When we’re in the backyard and the need for each other becomes too intense, we make love with abandon . When we’re in the ocean kissing, you had no qualms about slipping me inside of you and letting the waves takes us to the brink of ecstasy. If we are driving somewhere and I'm aroused, I want to pull over so I can pleasure you with my mouth, taste you, devour you…

When I need to cum I want you to sense that urgency and take me, bring me to the very depths  of carnal pleasure.  I love knowing that I’m with a woman I can masturbate in front of;  touch myself for both my enjoyment and your visual pleasure.  One-sided, both sides…it’s all good. I don’t care what is normal for other people , I only know that I am so connected to you, so “one” with you that I want to make love every day,  I need it as I need air to breathe or eight hours of sleep each day. Insatiable lust, unparalleled desire, we have so much chemistry together that “normal” has been redefined.

Making love with you is exquisite, sensuous.I’m imagining you in bed beside me now. Reaching over, cupping your breast. Fondling your nipple as it grows hard….I’m imagining kissing your mouth. Oh how sexy your mouth is…I get transported to another place when I kiss your mouth. Our tongues touch ever so lightly. Our lips are just barely grazing each other, and that wonderful delicious fire is rapidly spreading through my body.

As we kiss, I do what comes so naturally when I’m in your arms; I want to open your legs a little. I can feel your pussy getting wet and the urgency in me is already building. I am on top of you now, kissing you ever so gently. Teasing you with my lips. I open your legs a little wider as you feel the hardness of my manhood pressing against you

I feel myself growing more aroused as ever so gently I reach down and touch your labia, gently opening you. tease at your pussy lips exploring and opening your dripping cunt but not touching your pleasure center.

I whisper, “I want you,  I want to be inside of you “  But despite my pleading, you tell me “not yet my love, I want to enter that sweet pussy of yours and have you cum all over my cock. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.I want to feel your pussy milk me, want to feel that tight little snatch convulsing on my rod.” I continue trailing kisses down your throat, igniting the fire within your soul…

And finally, finally, you whisper “NOW I'm  ready baby” as I plunge my rock hard manhood deep inside you.

Instantly it starts happening, You go over the precipice and wave after wave engulfs your steaming pussy. You feel yourself squirting all over my beautiful cock with every deep thrust  that I give you. And finally my body stops jerking and spasming and there it is, that smile….the smile that tells you how satisfied I am, how much passion you’ve tapped into and released in you. How alive and manly I feel in your arms.  How I feel made love to like never, ever before….

The wonderful thing about us is that you’re also my best friend. The first person I think of when I have news to share. The first person I think of when somethings bothering me. The woman who’s opinion I want. The woman who treats me as a prince should be. You’re the woman I laugh with. Oh what fun we have together!What a wonderful combination of friends and lovers…unquelled passion , true companionship…

This is how it should be when you’re in love with someone. Every little thing I want to bounce off of someone comes to you.   I want to see things and do things with you that we haven’t experienced so far , I want to experience every little thing life has to offer, with you by my side.

I am so, so grateful for the gift that is you. THANK YOU for being wonderful you.



PART 2

Whispering fingertips across my skin, leaving trails of regret for what will be missed. Sparks ignite with each wandering up my arm to my shoulder, an imploring whimper to not kiss me on the spot between my shoulder and spine. The spot that makes me want to give in, the spot that make me want to taste your kisses.

The weight of your body atop of mine, cloth that covers, confines and traps. Purposeful refrain. My cock pulsing into you, felt but not tasted. Longings not fulfilled, fault lines not traced. I let the time slip. Another year.

Will I regret what never happened?

In my bed empty, warm surrounded by cold, the wind blows through cracks, the wind forces the aloneness to consume. My mind maps out all the routes that lead back to my bed, were aloneness becomes coiled, wet breathed, hot burst of angst energy that overtakes the others loneliness. Your lack of sensual truth and my bull shit expectations burst forth from our tongues in debate, meaningless words pour from my tongue dripping in a trickle from my chin to your eager open mouth. Fluid exchange.

My head tilted to the side, cradled in too much pillow- a gaze into you, so close your smell is intoxicating and sober in one. Walking the steps of your body, my fingers learning (or relearning), the curves, the folds,the creases- the touch that will make you sigh and twist around to expose the softness of your underbelly . A tortuous invitation.

The temptation of a slut lulled into the rocking stiffening motion only a cock like mine can give. Turning my head back into the pillow, I don’t watch, because I know, it’s too late.

I feel your soft skin drag across the length of my arm, like your fingertips, the sensation sends a vibration through my entirety. I want more. Turning my head from the mass of pillows to face you, to watch you complete the trail to my lips. Looking at each other, it’s easy to see the defeat, the lust, the pieces missing from my failed relationship before, my weakness that stems from my dick to my mouth, the glinting drip forming your pussy, and the love.

Without compunction my mouth parts, my tongue wants that drop, I need to have that memory of your taste. Fluid exchange. Your pussy responds to my tongues lick,. Sliding into and out of you, feeling the walls, and that make your pussy contracts for more.

It’s over, my resistance is over.



PART 4

My darling,

The single thought of you, gives me this sudden urge to be with you and to enjoy the sweetness of your soft skin and your exhilarating odors. I mean, the smell of your breath, the smell of the sweat under your arm pits and the exciting aromas harbored between your beautiful, gorgeous tights. But just the thoughts of you are not good enough. I want you with me as soon as possible, so that we can repeat the eternal ritual of bathing you with my tongue and rediscover every single one of those fragrances. I want to repeat that delicious route of kissing you, starting with the back of your neck, only to stop at the precise moment when you hold my head, keeping me from reaching your knees.

I want to be with you and celebrate you presence with simple caresses; the kind of caresses that would go unnoticed if they were done in the middle of the street, in broad day light, but gain a different meaning and dimension when they are done by the candle light or in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.

I want to be with you now and forever. May soul was caught by your affection and your body lightens up mine. I want to smell all the pours of your skin, as if you were a garden in bloom and my lips had taken the shape of a hummingbird. My darling, loved and adored one, I miss you so much. In your body, I want to sense the smell of nature, like the force and the energy you can sense in the woods after summer rain.

A kiss from yours



PART 5

My darling,

I want you at all times. Sometimes I wish I could have you glued to me, well kept in my body like a tattoo or a piercing. I would like to feel you very close to my skin, making my hair stand on end at every hours of the day, as if I could feel the warm breeze of the sea.

I want you more and more.Whenever you want me, I’ll be with you. Next to you, under the covers, glued to your soft body, and willing to satisfy your most secret wishes, and also those your shinny, naughty little eyes can’t hide, much as you try to disguise it.

Every time you want me, I’ll be by your side. I’ll be turning you into the most spoiled (licked and kissed) pussycat in the world). And it’s not only because I love you; it’s because you are beautiful and elegant like a cat; when we make love, you can almost copy the same excruciating moans of those little naughty pussy cats that enjoy the moonlight on the roof tops.
You don’t even have to show me your claws, because, every time you let your hair down, it reminds me of a cat’s tale ready to receive her male. You always remind me a cat raising her hips and meowing with pleasure. That’s why I always want to be with you, because I feel like the ideal “animal” to invade your magnificent, flexible body and extract the best it has to offer.
I love penetrating you. And feel your little eyes close, your pubic hair standing and your tights opening to receive what you like the best, that part of my body you love the most, the part that gives you the most pleasure, that makes you feel like the most cared and loved pet in the planet.
Pussycat, it doesn’t matter if it’s not full moon tonight. Today, I just want you to know that I can’t wait to make you feel like the most loved pussycat in this world, be it lying on soft pillows or in the dark alleys of the big cities.

A kiss from




PART 6

The heat of my body is alive with anticipation from the thought of your touch...the taste of your lips...the feeling of your skin against mine. All I have are these ideas as I lay down at night....the solace of my bed a reminder that it's all hope that I breath on. Imagining your single touch sets my soul on fire....my insides weak with recognition of the long lost emotions you'd invoke from me. The lonely ache that comes from it when I see it's only in my mind....the yearning to just want you near...to feel your touch as affirmation thatyou're really out there. Knowing i'll melt when your eyes look into mine....I can feel your hands caress a breath away...wanting so much to just feel alive again in your arms. Like an addiction my soul searches for you...for what have been seeking....needing...to just feel you close to me...

Most of these things undefinable...but there ...growing deep in the heart of me..is a tidal wave of rich emotion. Emotions in me I thought long lost...growing feelings in me I didnt think would ever be found...
Making me alive again...complete

Yet theres a fear welling up in me like a slow tidle wave...fear of rejection...losing myself...losing you...that it's hopeless to need and want you to have all these feelings, all the same affection and yearning...and the fear of heartbreak...how so fragile i am...
Are you really out there...?Am I just wasting away in hope?
And if i fell for you....would you be there to catch me.....?


PART 7

Last night I woke in beads of sweat after dreaming of us. In it we found ourselves in total abandon, writhing in passion. We were enjoying the hot summer day on the beach when suddenly a beautiful tropical rain started to pour. Your sundress got soaked while we struggled to stay sheltered under a palm tree. I then felt your lips teasing my earlobes as I gently tugged on the buttons of your dress. My heart started to pound. I swear it was louder than the thunder overhead.

I trailed kisses down the side of your neck and would stop slowly as I nibbled your skin, while my hands cupped your breasts. My thumb teased your nipple and You gasped as I felt this torment between your thighs. All you could do was surrender to this wanton longing to be one. You pressed my body closer to yours. I was thrilled that you felt exactly as I did.

There may have been a storm drowning your moans of pleasure, but the storm raging inside me was stronger! As I awoke, I knew I had to tell you how much I want you. I can’t wait until tomorrow, when I know my dream will pale in comparison to the fire that will consume us both.

This letter may come as a surprise to you, but I needed to tell you that, when we make love I feel our bodies performing like a true orchestra. Every sound and every movement are in tune and there is harmony in every gesture; everything is in place and I feel in harmony with the entire universe.

Our bodies are instruments of mutual pleasure. The seldom times I open my eyes, I have a glimpse of our shadows on the wall and it looks like a dance. Our movements are precise and our souls are so light, as we give ourselves to one another.

The sensation of fulfillment I experience when I am inside of you is unforgettable. The desire of having you more and more is beyond any explanation. I wish those movements never ended and that I remained forever in your body. But because those moments always come to a finish, there is no other option but to repeat them.

I want us to dance to this music. I want to feel that unshakable harmony that happens every time our skins touch. I want you forever and always. I need you, urgently!

Yours body and soul,


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PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: MY LOVE

My love,


Another day goes by I still have not found you. Are you still searching for me? Have you forgotten me? Do we pass each other every day and still not find each other? I have been searching for you. I think about you all of the time, I dream of you when I sleep. I am lost wandering aimlessly looking for you. Another day goes by; my heart is empty without you. We are meant for each other, put on this earth to have each other. I will never stop searching for you. Find me and save me from this loneliness without you. We have never met , we have never spoken , I know that you’re out there somewhere searching for me. You are my soul mate, everyone has there one true love. You are mine. Don’t give up find me, never stop searching. I have no evidence that you exist, I feel you in my heart. I will wait forever.

Love,
Me






Dearest

I know your face by heart. Your image is embedded in my mind. Where do I define where you begin and I end? You are in the inner most parts of my soul. I didn't think I was the type to fall in love. There has been no other to tug at my heart. I know now that I wouldn't last a day without you. How could you touch me that way? How did you become my soul so quickly? All that I need is you. You are my heart beat, the pulse that keeps me alive. You became my salvation before I knew I needed saving. You are so many things to me, too many to name in one letter. May this be the start of a lifetime of letters of love.

I hope I can be as much to you, now and forever.

Love always,


Oh My Darling 

Are you aware of the feelings you provoke inside the deepest parts of my soul? Do you know that when I look in the mirror it's not my face I see but yours? I constantly imagine your touch and the sensations that delight my very being. I held my love deep in my heart. It was not something I would easily give to the first sweet smile I encountered. Others have tried to reach deep and retrieve my love, but they were not you. You have awakened the love that was ready to spill from my soul. The love I've kept welled and sealed because I could not be sure if my feelings were real or just an infatuation. I have not one doubt that you are the one, the only heart to whom I can give my love. You are the rarest and most valuable jewel to treasure. In your presence are riches and riches that can never be duplicated by any other. Say you feel the same love and become my soul mate, my life long love.

my heart and soul are yours forever,

My heart and soul are yours forever,





Dear 

Consider the possibilities of loving me. You would have someone by your side, at your feet, who adores you. You would know that the only thoughts on my mind are those of you. I would spend my life dedicated to making your dreams come true. All because I love you. The mysteries that draw me to you are unending. Each day would be filled with discovery as we find out more about each other. Love is a complicated passion, woven with intricate glimpses into another's soul. I ache to know these intricacies. I ache to know you. Let me show you how much I care. Let me be the one to share your love. Say you'll be mine. I can think of no other life than one spent loving you.

I am the destiny of your love,





Darling

There was a time when the thought of seeking someone to love was at the bottom of my list. A solitary walk on the beach was more attractive than being wrapped in a lover's arms. There just existed too many complications in loving. I had no need to care for anyone other than myself. Now I see how self-absorbed I was. I don't understand what made me think that I could survive on my own. I didn't see the need for companionship. Wasn't that a concept that could easily be shared with a pet? I suppose that I was so lonely that I couldn't describe it. I could only deny that I needed another. Work and accomplishments could not satisfy the emptiness, yet in my stubbornness I would not seek you out. I still don't know what you saw that made you look past the disguises. I thought I fooled everyone in that I needed no other. In truth, I can confirm that all my life I needed you. You completed me and filled the empty place in my heart. You made me whole.

I love you more each day, now and always

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PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAREST SOULMATE

Dear whoever you are....the following are love letter for you:




Even in the cold darkness of the winter night, as the quilt around me imprisons my body to stillness, the mind within this weary head does not really rest as it lay upon the cool linen of my pillow. My mind whirls with daydreams and memories, diverse reflections of you, precious recollections and thoughts that are first, gentle & loving, followed by those that are erotic & wild. Alas, all this is nothing new, for as hard as I try to be realistic, my waking mind is frequently filled with thoughts of you.

When exhaustion, finally overcomes me, and slumber give my body rest, even then, my mind does not find respite, for that is when thoughts of you become dreams.

In one of my dreams, it is a warm springtime night, and I am lying in bed, but am not asleep. I watch as streams of faint light from the clouded moon seep through the open window across the room, providing just enough illumination for me to see the curtains covering it. Quietly, I consider the ghostly, sheer fabric, slowly dancing about in the gentle breeze, both curtains seeming alive, displaying a yearning for each other, as if each has a human desire to wrap around the other in a passionate embrace, vividly reminding me of our shared passion.

Hushed and still, I enviously observe the curtains entwine in their increasingly frenzied dance of ardor. My heart provides the music for their dance, pounding, beating in a furious and hot-blooded rhythm. Suddenly, tears begin to stream down my cheeks as I become conscious that the curtains are mere objects, having not a thinking mind, beating heart or living body.

As I watch these bodyless things give the impression of enjoying the passionate intimacy I so desire with you, the one woman I truly love, the one who excites my very being unlike I have ever known before, resentment of the curtains, these things, begin to emerge from my soul. Then, my dream ends abruptly in sad acceptance that in that room only those lifeless objects will make the entwining movements of passion that night.

My darling, I yearn for our bodies to entwine again, mine with yours, yours with mine, just as those imaginary curtains. But unlike them, you and I are real, alive with desires, wants and needs. I want again for all my senses to be heightened as only you can do. I want to hear your affectionate whispers and naughty remarks in my ear; feel the gentle touch of your fingertips trace lightly across my pale, sensitive flesh; taste your soft, moist lips as they meet mine in a passionate kiss; see my own primal and ecstatic reflection mirrored in the erotic, deep brown pools of your eyes; smell your unique and wonderful masculine fragrance as we unite, blending and merging until the heat of our passion fuses our bodies into one unified being.

I do so desire you to occupy the vacant space next to me, to warm the cool sheets, heat the cold emptiness with your fiery touch, igniting uninhibited passion with me. I cannot help but wonder if that empty place will remain forever barren of you, with only my intangible memories providing sustenance for your essence, and my dreams, both day and night, rapidly becoming a whirling-twirling, never-ending fantasy in my mind.

Ah, my sweet love, it is true that I do ache to see you, touch you, hold you and love you again. That ever active mind of mine knows that cannot be at this time, so instead of holding you, my arms shall clutch a lifeless, unresponsive pillow while I wonder if I shall ever have you here next to me. Darling, of many things in this life, I am unsure. But, of one thing, I am very certain, and that is that I shall always love you, completely and sincerely.

Loving you forever and always




PART 2

With dysphoric heart, I concede distance now separates our mortal bodies from touching, so it is my lover's plea that you dream...with me and of me.  When, after an arduous day, your weary body rests, allow your sleeping mind to reach out through the black, velvet sanctuary of night, to pull me close to you, enfolding me securely within your powerful embrace.  Then, allow your slumbering spirit to dance with mine, just the two of us, slowly twirling and swirling about the universe on the soft, black velvet of night, amidst the shimmering light of the heaven's stars.  My love, the only music necessary for our dreaming dance of passion will be the sounds of our thundering hearts as they beat in perfect unison, combining with the melodious sound of our lover's secret whispers.


In your dream, feel the warmth of my breath upon your neck as I lay my head upon your shoulder, and you pull me closer and closer, until our bodies ultimately entwine until there is no you and no me, just us, a singular united life force overflowing with passion so ardent its strength can overcome nature's obstacles that lay between us, the seemingly endless miles; the lofty mountains crowned with snow; the sheltering, lush green valleys; unquenched desert sands, and determined rivers coursing their ribboned paths to unite with the dark, immeasurable fathoms of the powerful sea.


Until our mortal bodies can be reunited, do continue to dream with me.  Until our eagerly anticipated reunion of flesh and blood occurs, whenever night falls, when the sun bows her brilliant head to the cool light of the moon's, if we dream together, our spirits shall unite in our intimate dream dance amidst the stars on the soft, black velvet of night.


Loving you always





PART 3


Being apart from you during the hours when the sun glows with warmth and light is difficult, but when that golden sphere vanishes into the western sky, my craving for you intensifies, and the difficult often becomes unbearable. When the sun is replaced by the moon—light is replaced by darkness—an emptiness invades me, often consuming me, permeating the depth of my being and soul.


Each night without you, in a vain attempt to ease my yearning for you, I hold my pillow close, but it is of no real consolation. My Love, caressing that lifeless, heartless, soulless substitute for you seems to only emphasize my longing, with its true purpose being nothing more than a mere thing, an object to absorb the many tears I shed as my very heart and soul ache for the real you.


Each night without you, I reach for your photograph, and run my fingertips across the image of your lips, longing to feel their delicate texture softly touch mine, and am overcome with a thirst, one that can only be quenched with love’s sweet wine from your precious mouth.


Each night without you, I gaze at the image of your sparkling eyes, and my heart aches to see not a flat, cold image, but the depth and warmth of your real eyes and, I long to see my own image reflected therein.


Each night, with your picture lovingly held in my hands, I am overwhelmed with an urge to reach out my hands to you, to hold not just a mere photograph, but embrace your wonderful face within them, to then marvel at your sweet smile, and then lean my head closer to feel your warm breath upon my skin, and hear gentle whispers of love from your mouth.


Alas, the picture is much like the pillow—lifeless, heartless and soulless—neither one a worthy substitute for the real you, my dearest Love. So, it is each night without you, I endure the unbearable while I clutch my pillow and hold your picture. My Dearest, there is nothing that will eradicate this longing for you, except the real you.


Loving you always



PART 4

With the darkness enveloping me and all that surrounded me, and with my head gently resting upon my pillow, my arms encircled and caressed another pillow for a necessary, but incomplete imitation of you.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I drifted off for much needed rest into that peaceful oblivion we call sleep.  But, all the while my body rested, my mind worked, spinning dreams of you in delicate imagery etched upon the walls of my soul.  Swiftly, the dreams changed from scene to scene, with one merging into the other, until there was no beginning and no end, just one magnificent visual and sensual reflection of all that is you.


My masculine filled the emptiness of the room as your feminine essence moved about me, then laid down beside me, reaching out to me, tracing my face with your fingertips, touching my lips with your gentle but passionate kisses, then embracing me as I have never before been held.  My moans grew louder as your breath united with mine, creating only one breath between the two of us while our bodies entwined, one into the other, joining our warm flesh, blending our bodies into one being, complete and whole.


The golden saucer-shaped Sun peeked through my window, and touched my drowsy eyes with warm, early morning light, causing them to open to the harshness of unwelcome reality.  While the image of you, of us, of our being one faded with the brightness of light, tears flowed down my cheeks to stain the pillow I still lovingly embraced within my arms, their salty wetness falling upon the still necessary, but incomplete imitation of you.





PART 5


I think you know not the power of your love for me. The mighty light your love gives forth is so brilliant that it traverses across the miles and shines directly into my heart, piercing my very soul, causing me to shriek in ecstasy while tears of delight leave stains upon these cheeks of mine.

I think you know not the power of your love for me. In your softest whisper you call my name and tender words of affection from afar, and yet, somehow I can hear your voice as it makes the impossible journey from your lips to my ears.

I think you know not the power of your love for me. When your body tires from daily struggles, and upon your pillow your head rests, your arms yearn to hold me within them, miraculously reaching across the distance, wrapping themselves around me with an embrace so real that I also feel the warmth of your gentle breathing upon my neck.

I am convinced you know not the power of your love for me





PART 6


Dearest,

O, what shall this man write? The blank piece of paper before awaits my words, but my thoughts swirl and my feelings twirl, mingling together so much so that I find it difficult to separate them into something understandable. It seems that my heart speaks one language and my mind speaks another, and the fingers that type these words do not fully understand either language. What I want to write seems simple, yet I find it difficult. I am a wordsmith, so how can this be? Is it that I want to do something that extraordinary? It seems simple enough. With my words, I want to paint a mental picture for you, one that communicates what my mind sees, and at the same time, adequately conveys the depth of emotion within me.

O, what shall this man write? Try as I may, try as I might, I cannot find words expressive enough to convey these things. Should I write that my world was a dark night, and you have become the glittering stars? Should I explain how my spirit has had an unquenchable thirst until I found your love's sweet fountain, and my heart is now overflowing? What, oh what, shall this man write? Should my words tell you that my soul was cold, and you ignited a fire, an orange and red and yellow blaze, that warms to the core of my being? Shall I admit you excite my most primal male desires? Or, shall I say that your precious presence in my world is appreciated more than mere words can convey?

Yes, that is what I shall write! Yes, that is what I want you know.

Darling, your precious presence in my world is appreciated more than mere words can convey.





PART 7

With your arms wrapped around my shoulders, and your embrace reassuring me of your love, the twilight's purple haze envelops both of us, giving silent solace to both our weary souls. The long and hectic day is past, and there is finally time for us. At twilight, there is time to look into your eyes, and see the image of my face reflected there. At twilight, there is time to lean my head upon your shoulder, and place my hand against your chest to feel the calming thumping of your heart. At twilight, there is time to whisper sweet and naughty words in your ear. At twilight, there is time to think about how much I love you, and time to do something about it. Twilight is the time designed for us.





PART 8


Oh, my love, I am completely convinced there aren’t words in the language splendid and beautiful enough to describe the passion I feel for you, but I shall, once again, attempt to convey the beauty and the intensity of what is within me with mere words.

My love for you is like a beautiful flower, but more radiant in color and sweeter in fragrance than any in the world. My love for you is like a tree, growing strong and tall, bravely stretching up to touch the blue of the heavens. My love for you is like the starlight in the sky, brilliant and dazzling against the velvet night. My love for you is like the unseen wind on a sweltering, hot day, as it soothes the sweating brow. My love for you is like water running down a mountain stream, rushing toward the valley while boasting a lush, white froth. My love for you is like the pink cotton candy at a county fair, so delicate and yet sweet to taste. Lastly, my love for you is covered in respect and admiration, just as the skin of a red apple covers and protects its treasure. Dearest, all of this love for you abides within my flesh, within my heart, within my very soul, and shall until I draw my last breath of life.


PART 10

My Darling,

My thoughts are always with you, but it seems they are especially so when I see dark shadows play in the radiance from that brilliant sphere that decorates the ebony velvet of the night sky. It is then my thoughts turn to the night I first saw your face, the very first time I looked into the depths of your eyes. In the light of the moon, you gave me not just a momentary gaze, but your eyes seemed to penetrate mine, seeking to see things deep within my very soul. There was a tenderness that I sensed, an awareness of affection that I had never before experienced. That miraculous sensation seemed to envelop me, wrapping my entire being with your loving warmth and understanding.

Although wonderful beyond explanation, I was mystified and a bit frightened by this unusual experience, so my thinking mind fought the unfamiliar encounter. My heart pounded while I tried to comprehend what was transpiring. Minutes became hours, and I finally began to relax, allowing your soul to embrace mine. The sensation was as if our souls were dancing, swaying softly to a tune only we could hear, a song to which your soul wrote the music and mine wrote the lyrics. It took me awhile to recognize and appreciate, but I finally came to understand that what I felt that moonlit night was that of my soul mate caressing my soul for the very first time.

Since that night long ago, our souls have swayed incessantly to that tune that only we know. And still yet, this miraculous experience mystifies me, but there is no longer any anxiety. Now, my mind and heart rejoice with my soul, for my soul finally knows what it feels like to have one soul know and love another.

I love you!




PART 11

My love…my weakness… I think of you all the time, every hour, every minute of everyday that I’m not with you. I smell you, I breath you, I long to have you near. I dream of you here in my arms and consuming you would be easy I fear. I will have my way. I will devour you. For the love I bear for you is uncontrollable. You are the light in my world. God or even the Gods could take you away from me and I would reek havoc among them and any mortal that stood in my path if they so did take you my love. To the ends of the earth I would travel, scorching my way with my burning desire to find even the smallest trace of your essence in this world. I will always find you. My love and devotion are yours for eternity. Passion is what we shall breath to become one. I love thee. xox Your Lover



PART 12

Dear You,

I’ve fallen.  Slowly, I think, or maybe it was fast..it all seems like such a blur now. I’m not sure how this even happened, I didn’t even like you when we met….and now….now I find ways to bring you up in conversation just to feel the way your name sounds slipping off the cliffs of my ever-excited…articulations. I could write how beautiful you are, but that’s so boring, and I wouldn’t waste arid utterances on you…….instead I would tease you with trite expressions like: your eyes are the color of the ocean off the coast of Santerini, flow into a rhythm reveling in my addiction to your crooked-tooth smile. I would sing the melody to the beat of your eyelashes, like butterfly wings slapping the sound barrier mid-flight,  I could write one thousand metaphors for the sound of your laughter. If I wasn’t me, I would tell you…I am enraptured by your constant grace, I would confess everything I never will, tell you I want to kiss you..on the insides of your wrist, in that sweet spot behind your ear, at the base of your skull, down your spine, on your ribs…….everywhere…..I would sing hymns of eternal gratitude in your honor, I’d play piano on your body and song would fill your toes, move through you, until your bones ached with harmonies found in stone churches on kentucky blue fields, I’d read to you from vintage books and caress your mind with words like celerity, ecumenical, halcyon, lothario, loquacious, mellifluous, rescind, savoir faire, scintillate….I would make you rise and fall all night long. Do it sweeter than you’ve ever known it.


PART 13


Every day I wake up thanking God for you. You have given me so much, and I don't know if I will be able to give back all that you have given me. You have been my guiding light when I was lost. You have been my rock.
         
Sometimes I feel lost and out of touch, but when you're there, I feel safe. Your voice soothes me. I could sit here and try to tell you just how I feel, but I can't find the words other than I am ecstatic we met and have gotten together after all we've gone through.
         
 I want to tell you that the love I have for you is undying. It is a love that is strong and enduring and will stand the test of time. I truly feel blessed that you have become a part of my life, and I cannot wait for the day that we can join our lives together.

 I promise to always love you and always hold you in my heart. I will always be here for you when you need me, and I will love you no matter what life brings us. You are my soul mate, and I vow to love you all eternity. I love you, baby.



PART 14

Dear love,

i’m losing faith in all of this, in love. i still think about you and wonder what you are but those times are fewer and further between. i’m gaurded and skeptical now of this magic called love. it is considered magic to many and all i can think is we live in the real world and the voice of reason tells me magic doesn’t really exist, not in any form. i’m not sure if i really believe this but it sure feels that way these days. maybe i’m just the optimistic pessimist, or the pessimistic optimist, but either way despite my attitude these days toward love i still have hope deep down and over all i’m doing well. i hope you are happy today. i am forever awaiting your arrival but still continue living on without you. maybe someday you’ll arrive but even if not i still love you.

forever yours.



PART 15


to my dearest,

the simple terms of endearment fall through my palms as i try to express my love and admiration for you. you are my soul mate and beyond the ties of matrimony. it was a blessing to have you by my side at night. a blessing to imagine our children run about in joy and scare the winds with their mighty roar… are more than enough to fill my soul to elation.

through all the beauty and the laughter, i have caused you immeasurable pain at times and for that i am sorry. you had given me your heart and i prayed to keep it safe and well every day.

our kisses have let me soar to the sun and be protected from the burns. your touch has made my arms tingle for days. i have felt you to the bottom of my belly and have your fire rise through my skin. little suns are shining in the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands are incapable of doing any thing but radiate your laughter. i must say during these circumstances it was difficult to show up to work.

i pray for your happiness and i meditate for your life to be filled with love beyond my arms. you taught me to love and to let go of love. you taught me to be free and still feel pain. even though we are uncertain if we shall make it into our old age, because of you i felt one with the universe.

my other half, i wish you nothing but the best throughout your life.

love,

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