Dear Miss

Dear Miss, Three meetings, I suffer from the rate at which my heart is beating, we been seeing each other for so long when will we start greeting. Your beauty gazed my right eye like graffiti art styles, I got lost in a trans from your golden smile. My imagination sparking interest, for instance, you and I making love on levitating water tides, your eyes mirroring sparkling stars in the skies. Thoughts of my skin to hers, conversing in short breaths , you see, how intense it gets, when you blow me with the touch of your hands, captivated by sexiness imprinted on your body, I was ready to be that somebody, brother to the night, bearer of your thighs, treat them like scientific equations to delight. When I calculate my touch to add a thrust of passion, when we get it on there will be no limitations, my fingers moving through your body in silence, while my palms caress for your patience. Your body screaming speak, it was a plea, to intensify the tease, my tongue in the right piece, while I'm down on bended knees. Your scent leaves a trail of yearning, your naughty by nature so seductive, persona most definitely inviting. Dear miss, could you court me with a kiss, in-between the sheets, I hope this climax we may complete. so I can finally awake from my erotic dream.