I write to you as if we are true lovers.
I share with you my deepest and most intense inner desires.
Things I’ve experienced and things I long for and what I dream of.
Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
Words are the lingerie of the mind.
You and I, baby, we only exist on paper. So there is always that taste for more. You. Us.
Do you recognize that?
That feeling of yearning for?
Desire for longing.