Taha and Sasha: Letter for my lover [mf]

Dearest Sasha,

My love I won’t say I miss you anymore. You should enjoy. You don’t need to hear it from me again and again. At least not at such regularity. It’s strange waking up and not having you in bed next to me, not kissing you within a hearbeat of opening my eyes, not marvelling at your beautiful face in the morning, the way that the sunlight bounces so softly off your skin that you look like something not of this world. Something divine, heavenly.

In that moment, I’m filled with thought of the way we have been recently. I just wanted to say that the we are, the way we feel, it’s perfect. I love it. It’s so hard for me describe exactly what I feel. Is there even a name for such a feeling? It starts like desire, you and I, holding on to each other. We drink the other’s lips as if we’ve been wandering in the desert. We pull the other closer and closer, as if trying to mesh into one body, demanding more and more closeness, but it’s never enough. The feeling builds within me, overtaking me, controlling me. It overflows and I think I’ve found the words to let it out and so I say, “I love you”, but it’s just not enough. The words fail to convey that which is begging to get out. It’s almost like torture, not being able to tell you. It’s a higher emotion. Oneness, unity. As you say, two bodies one soul.

I want to be under your skin.

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