My Dear Friend,

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It’s bizarre. It’s baffling. It’s absolutely magical.

Whenever our lips touch, my mind travels to foreign places: the golden beaches in Cancun, the mysterious caverns in Virginia and the lush rain forests in Peru.

Your kisses – sweet as honey and potent as red wine – devour every sliver of my heart. I close my eyes and imagine floating down a serpentine river. The sky above me is hidden behind giant trees, and streaks of gold and copper stream through their emerald-green leaves and caress me. I relish the warmth that embraces my body. It penetrates my skin, races through my veins like wild horses and pools into the tips of my toes and fingers.

Whenever our bodies touch, my mind travels to historic places: the Baroque cathedrals in Madrid, the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the Mariinsky Theater in Saint Petersburg.

Your body – strong as steel and gentle as cashmere – sets my soul on fire. I close my eyes and imagine running through a field of golden wheat. The sky above me is cornflower blue, and streaks of gold stream through the cotton-candy clouds and envelop my body in a warm embrace. I hold your hand, my gaze on the infinite journey ahead of us, and continue to run.

I want you alone, all to myself.

Whenever you’re far, my mind travels to a secret place I conjured up to escape the loneliness. I close my eyes and imagine lying on a velvety blanket of green moss. The sky above me is glistening with diamond stars and a milky-white glow seeps from the full moon and bathes our bodies in a heavenly light.

Hands interlaced, bodies lying side-by-side, I imagine us being together forever, in the darkness of my mind.

 

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My Dear Friend,

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