I miss reading your freshly written letters becoming words.
Those words that stroked me in places that others couldn’t
You sentenced me like no other.
I miss those exclamations and quotations!
What was it about you that makes me miss you till this day?
Your soft kisses? Maybe
Warm hugs? Perhaps!
The way your words would pleasure my greatest fantasy? Yes oh yes.
Our book has crinkly yellowing pages but I hold it dear. I’ll keep reading and rereading to pacify my desire for my most Avid reader.
I barely write these days for my words are muted without my beloved muse.
Wishing you a great new year. Perhaps your words find themselves into my inbox. If not I can always continue to dream.
With love Guady G
Sending much love to you and all my readers. Hugs from Brooklyn to keep you safe and warm.