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This is a love letter to you
you know who you are...

When I get quiet with not much to say,
I think about what I miss about you.
Not miss but more as if I long to experience.
I want to know what it's like to bring my face close to your neck,
to smell your scent.
To see what it would take to make you turn my way,
to lose control, 
to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up,
to watch goosebumps erupt on your skin.
I miss knowing what you taste like,
your natural flavour,
as I lick the side of your neck.

How does your hand fit with mine?
To be engulfed in entwined fingers,
smooth or rough palms,
the swirls of the pads of your thumbs.
Brushing my thumb along the back of your hand,
tracing the map of your veins down your arm.
Feeling the muscles of your bicep in my hand 
as I hold on, as we walk along.

Experiencing what it would be like to be a lady,
branches brushed out of the way for me
while we walk our own path through the forest.
Doors opened, chairs pulled out, 
safe in your arms in a crowd.
Flowers tucked behind my ear, 
picked from a wondering hedge.
Your jacket draped around my shoulders when I'm cold.
Buy me flowers, 
be so sweet that I've forgotten that I've been so hurt.

Feeling your chest hair across my breasts
as you hold me tightly to you.
Trace patterns on my back,
fingertips dancing along naked flesh.

How I'd give anything to be told to be a good girl and get onto my knees.
Growl at me, tell me how much I need to be ruined,
and then ruin me.
Blindfolds, whips, cuff me, make me beg.
The need to truly surrender, to be held,
to be understood, to be taken, to be safe.
Spank me until I cum, fingers, cock, toys,
I need it all.
Talk me through it all, praise me, 
let me worship you for being my man.

I go out of my mind with need,
my sex drive is off the charts lately.
I always feel like I am constantly taped down,
boxed in, kept under control.
Like it would be some sort of crime to really let her out.
That wild sex goddess inside of me.
I get twitchy and impatient,
like there is something wrong inside of me.
Like I'd be judged if people knew I made myself cum 5 times yesterday.

Even while I type this, my fingers pause to try to convey the right words,
to express how I feel, and they start tapping impatiently.
As if they were waiting to scratch and tear skin, 
grip sheets, or be restrained. 
How do you talk about that?
How it feels like there is another person inside of you,
trying to claw its way out,
trying to get a chance to say,
"please for the love of god can you tie me up, edge me, spank me, and made me cum a dozen times, I want to cream myself all down your dick, bite you until you bruise, squirt until I am dehydrated, cum so many times I can't remember my own name and only answer your questions with little "uh huhs..." 
I just want to fucking scream.

When I get quiet and don't know what to say,
I'm trying to say all this.
But how do I say in words that I miss what I haven't had?
Experiences I long to have.
How do I tell you, that's what I need?
That's what I want to talk about,
because my heart is sad lately,
but I can't.
So I'm quiet.
And talk about the weather.