“I want to taste your thoughts while tasting your lips , I want to taste your skin on my tongue, put my hands in your hair .
If only I could get close to you. Smell your body close up, trace my fingers down your spine, outlined the curves that trips my mind.
You make me dream with my eyes open, like a lion hunting his prey. I watch from the shadows, afraid of the light you give off, I want you !! ”
I read his letter with dismay. I should be flattered but each word makes me gasp for new air. Fear is what he signed, and fear was what I cried.