Love Letters

[WickedEve]

daughter

I read your love letter. I had to get a tissue. It was so sweet and loving! I get all emotional over stuff like this. I cried when I wrote my love letter to my sweetie. And I'll probably read more of these love letters and cry.
Though I doubt I'll cry over Redwave's. I haven't read it yet. I'm almost afraid to! lol

 

[Ded Poet]

[No message]

 

[alltherage]

To the one who saved me.

I am writing this to you knowing you will never read it. It has been so long, and time and distance drew us apart. You told me once that, "that ownership had no place in love." You were right of course. You always were right. You taught me to trust without promises, to touch without fear, to release myself on to you without hesitation. You gave me back my body and with it my soul and you did it without effort. I was then and am now amazed and blessed by how you loved me.

I can see you, standing tall and graceful, your dark skin bathed in moonlight. Your smile irredescent, and that hair, oh how I loved that hair. It was so long, black and without flaw. I would lie awake and watch you sleep and to this day I have seen nothing in this world more beautiful. As I write this I am remembering you taste, and those song like sounds you would make as we made love. If I could have anything it would be one more night with you.

I have never met a woman in my life that matches you and I long since have given up trying. I know now that was unfair to those who came after you. I told the ex about you once and he did not talk to me for hours after. When I asked him why that was he looked at me with wounded child's eyes and said. "you'll never have that look in your eyes when you talk about me." No amount of comforting from me could convince him otherwise. He was right of course.

I hope you think of me from time to time and remember our time together. The last time I heard from you you were in china and married. Time has a way of changing most everything but it has not changed my heart. If you ever need me I will be their for you. I believe in souls. I believe ours touched. I know you remember when your mother died. I knew it before I had official word. I ran about looking for a New York Times in great aggitation. I had to have one. When I found it I found the news about your mother. It broke my heart and I cried for you. I wanted nothing more than to be with you. I wrote you a frantic letter filled with my concern for you. You wrote back and tried to calm me down. You took what was left of my heart with that letter and I never want it back.

I will always love you. I know you know that. One day, in the next life I will meet you again. We will know each other. In that life we will share what time is meant to be purs together. It is as it should be. Always.

 

[KatPurrs]

Michael, My Love, My Life,

With Valentine's Day right around the corner and thoughts of love in the air, it seems the perfect time to tell you how much I cherish you and our incredible relationship. I want to thank you for all that you do for me, for all that you mean to me, for all the things wonderful that you are.

You make life fun and carefree and light. I've never had that before. Ever. You came along and scooped me up and carried me away despite the odds, the barriers, the naysayers. You knew we had to be together. There was no turning back. No matter what.

It was a magical confluence of time and space that threw us together in this crazy world. Spun us around in a mad helix and spit us out smiling, shaking our heads saying, "What the hell was that?" We are so lucky, aren't we? So damn lucky. There's too many people out there who will never experience the kind of love that we share.

Do you have any idea how you tickle me? How you make me laugh out loud when I'm home alone and come across one of your funny notes or little jokes. Like the time I opened the lid to the pint of Ben & Jerry's after you left one day and found "Eat Me!" etched into the ice cream.

Or the time I found where you had rearranged our shoes by the front door with mine on the outside facing one way and yours on the inside facing the other way to make it look like you were between my legs? Not to mention what you keep doing with my teddy bears! (Was that last configuration some sort of Kama Sutra position, or what? Wanna try it out tonight? tee hee!)

Just last week, you had me in painful, silent hysterics when I was in our bedroom talking to my mom on the phone. Remember? You walked in naked after your shower to get dressed and found a brand new t-shirt with a sticky lablel marked "extra large" on it and ripped it off the shirt and stuck it on your erection and walked over to me as I sat in the chair, with my face cock-level high? God, you nut! I wonder if my mom heard those slurping noises? haha!

You are the one who keeps our love new and exciting, always surprising me with little detours. Like the time we were on our way to Bill and Kim's wedding and you whipped into our old secret parking spot and told me I looked beautiful and kissed me softly and had me right there in the front seat, messing up my hair, eating off my lipstick and wrinkling my dress. But I didn't care. God, only a fool would care.

You are a beautiful, caring, talented, funny and sexy man. Quite the package that I love opening every day of my life. Thank you for that. I love you more than you could possibly know.


Kathy

 

[REDWAVE]

WE

Ah, come on, WickedEve, read my letter. It's not that bad, really!

 

[TheDR4KE]

Lover/Sister/Friend/Soul

There is nothing we haven't already said, nothing we ever needed to say. I look inside and see your light shining in my heart. I close my eyes and reach out, and it is your face that my fingers trace in the empty air; the curve of your neck my hand glides over; the weight of your breasts, the hardness of your nipples that I can feel.

I know that when I look inside and smile at your energy that has touched, and still touches, me, that you can feel it too. That my soul has reached out through that other realm in which souls soar and has landed behind you like a protective angel, my love wrapped around you like wings.

I hold your trust sacred. I hold your lust carnal. I hold your memories constantly. If you were other than you are, your presence in my mind would be interference in my life. Constant illumination of my world in different perspectives.

But you know, I hope you know, that you have helped me grow and soar in my own world. That your presence has let me unfurl into a richer, more complex being. Richer, but also simpler. More true to my heart. And my heart is you. I was a Satyr running, playing in the forests, and now I am Pan claiming the world.

One day we shall meet. I do not want to make promises, but this is something that we can not avoid, not a promise but a prophecy. One day we shall meet and soul incarnate touching soul incarnate will show the sun what it means to shine brightly. Beware the innocents near us that day, that moment. Beware their anger, fear, depression, hurts and greed for they shall melt under the expansion of contained Love, finally released.

My Other-me.

Know: You are always here.

Drake

 

[TheDR4KE]

mskittykatt

Dearest mskittykatt,
I am sorry I have neglected you lately. There is always someone that needs my time and attention, and I haven’t taken the time out of each day to show you how special you are.
...
I love you, you’re special, you deserve it.
Love,
mskittykatt

Beautiful.

Oh that everyone would follow up such a promise to themselves... or even make it.

Thanks,

Drake

 

[Savage Kitten]

Savage Kitten, I liked your idea, but I was a little confused. Just how much time passed between their breakfast and his seeking her? Was it some sort of mythical thing where his whole life passed by in that restaurant? Or was she a figment of his imagination or lying to him about where she lived?

WS,

I wasn't being quite so literal. It doesn't matter if it has been weeks, months, or even years, when you let an opportunity pass to tell someone how you feel abt them it's been too long. The man in the letter indulged himself in his emtions. He figured there would always be tomorrow. When he felt ready to tell her how he felt, she wasn't available any more. I left the reasons why she was gone up for interpretation. She could have died, moved away, or married someone who was more willing to profess their love to her. The image of her home is an exageration of time. Being that the letter was written by my Grandfather, it is obvious that he eventually met and married my Grandmother but he never stopped caring for his first love.

Thank you for the feedback WS! As always, its great to know someone is reading my stuff.
Sk~

btw... the rest of the letters are so raw and emotional. I feel lilke I am the only one who wrote from a fictional characters point of view. I sincerely thank all of you for the reads. I feel as tho I have glimpsed at your soul.

Sk~

 

[WickedEve]

REDWAVE

Okay, I read it. You're a talented nut!


Eve

 

[lovetoread]

Okay I am confused, my thought was that we were supposed to write a love letter. A real letter. Were we supposed to write fictionally?

~LTR

 

[daughter]

Prose

lovetoread--

We're writers. We write fiction so doing so in the form of a love letter is a reasonable expectation. U.P. didn't say fact or fiction. He said write a love letter.

I think it's funny that we're assuming all of these are one or the other. Personally, I'm going to believe we've blurred the lines as many good writers do.

Peace,

daughter

 

[WriterDom]

Message in a Bottle

My Darling Shannon,

I am a lost soul without you. I have hoped that time would heal the loss. Perhaps find someone who could fill the lonely void in my heart. And there are, sunny days, when I smile, when I enjoy someone's company, and even wondrous nights of passion filled with sex. I can't call it love, for I only love you, and always will.

It seems cruel irony, to find others willing to give me love, to give me all they have, but how can I return what is yours? I've walked along pristine beaches, only to look up and see your moon, your stars, and wish the hand I was holding belonged to you. I've awakened next to the comfort of a warm body, and silently cried knowing you were waking next to man you don't love. I understand your reasons. The unselfishness of sacrificing for your children. I would expect nothing less from you.

It's been a year and a half since we walked around St. Simon, and I still remember every step, every kiss, every word we spoke. At that time, you said a two and a half years more, and you would leave. I pray that somehow you'll reach me soon. That I can hear your voice, or receive a letter. Perhaps it's too painful to you, or perhaps you want me to find comfort in another. I've tried, I really have tried.

I hope to send this in a bottle, but it will open so much pain to return there. To see the old Live Oak where your father read you poetry, to see our footprints in the sand, together, as we should be, as we should live, may be more than I can bear. Perhaps, I could smile for you, through the tears, as you always asked me to do. Perhaps I could find healing there.

I know you struggle with this, as I do, for I know you. And to know Shannon is to love her, for she is, quite simply, love. Wait for me, my love, if not this life, than another. Think of me as the warm summer winds kiss your body. Hear my song of love in your birds. Feel the warmth of my arms in the sunshine. And know I love you, truly, with each breath I take. If it's God's will, we will be together again. If not, even through the pain and the tears, I'm so blessed to have been a part of your life.

Smile for me, and I will continue to see your face in the moon. I carry your kiss on my lips. You will live forever in my heart. I love you so.

Yours in love,

 

[Whispersecret]

Re: whispersecret

thanks for reading, whisper. glad you enjoyed it. the line breaks were a result of pasting a word doc. into the window--i fixed 'em. as for the device of rendering dialogue, what can i say--i wanted to put the story across...

i liked the way you captured the voice of anguished adolescent 'love.' nice job. thanks for the read. btw, he prolly disappeared into the house to peak out you rearanging your top from the bathroom while he tossed a load *lol*. just a thought.

DP

No problem, DP. Like I said, it was still a good story! Felt real. I liked seeing into the man's head. I LOVE getting glimpses of the male thought process.

Thanks for your praise. Yeah, seems my whole teen life I was in the midst of anguished love!

And that bit about tossing a load? LMAO! That cracked me up and made me think twice about whether I'd made an impression or not. Too bad all the tying and retying was done before I even got to his house! Still, who knows? Maybe he was in the bathroom imagining untying my perfect suit.

 

[Whispersecret]

I wasn't being quite so literal.

And as usual, I am. LOL!

It doesn't matter if it has been weeks, months, or even years, when you let an opportunity pass to tell someone how you feel abt them it's been too long.

I agree.

btw... the rest of the letters are so raw and emotional. I feel lilke I am the only one who wrote from a fictional characters point of view. I sincerely thank all of you for the reads. I feel as tho I have glimpsed at your soul.

The only reason I wrote what I did was because I didn't want to do the typical love letter. I'm always looking to be different from the pack. Plus, a conversation the night before with a friend had prompted me to remember how uncertain I felt as a teenager, and how much of that self-doubt still remains in me as a grown woman. So, in a way, I did let you peek at my insides. But don't let that stop you from making non-compliments. Although I revised it several times, I'm still wondering if it's not too wordy or over the top.

 

[Whispersecret]

Re: Prose

I think it's funny that we're assuming all of these are one or the other.

It IS funny. I rightly assumed Kitten's was fictional. I'm assuming that Red isn't a secret agent, and that his is made up too. SA's? Jury's still out on that one. The rest I think are real letters to real people. I'd love to find out if I'm right or not.

Mine's real except for the names.

 

[REDWAVE]

Half & half

Actually, mine is partly real and partly fiction-- but you'd have to know something about my personal life to figure out which is which.

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

I wanted to write to you because you're not feeling well and it's been a while since I told you how much you mean to me. I wanted to write to you to tell you how much I miss you. But I haven't written you, because without you in my life I am not complete. Almost incoherent, and unable to string together simple sentences. Never mind being able to express the depth of feeling you stir in me. I want so much for us, it feels selfish. Yet it won't be denied.

How do I tell someone who shares the same thoughts and the same heart how I feel? I dream of meeting you and showing you. But you know my dreams and desires as well as you know my heart. When I wake in the morning, I have to wonder if you're the dream and my life without you is a nightmare. You've touched me in a way I would not have believed possible. You washed over me, yet didn't drown me. You are a tempest of emotion, touched down on my life and I am swept away by you. Happily. I have a vision of lying in your arms, vulnerable and needy. All of my defenses and facades stripped away. The true me. And I feel safe, warm, wanted and loved. I embrace whatever I am to you, not trying to understand it simply happy to be whatever part of your life I can.

And when we finally meet, and I gaze into your eyes what is unspoken between us will be heard aloud. What everyone sees in my face will be understood. In that heartbeat there will be nothing else but you. A heartbeat that will last a lifetime.


"When I say to you"


For many girls I've written
rhyme upon rhyme
saying how I'll love them
till the end of time
yet never was it true
till I said to you
"I Love You"

I gave my love to others
without it being earned
and always walked away
the one who was burned
but with you I see the difference
your eyes how they shine
I know that I am yours
and also you are mine

So when I want lips to kiss
or a shoulder to cry on
you're the first I turn to
and the one which I rely on

Because my words they ring true
when I say to you
"I Love You"

 

[Viscountess]

love letters

Its been years, but nothing's changed. I still see white noise blocks after kissing you, It's nice to reaffirm those feelings. We are the few that will never be alone even when apart, for you are always in my heart.
As much as I loved spending time with you, my favorite part was goodbye, and wanting it to last forever.
I tell you Nooooo, and play it up, But me-thinks you really know. To have now what was had then would be absolute bliss........

 

[Vailyn]

Well, here it is, per request. I hope it suits and does not dissappoint.


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My love,

As I child, I took for granted that you exist. Magic was simply an everyday part of who I was and knowledge of my past lives was just another part of me. Days pass into seasons and years later I still believe... but my faith is weaker now. My dreams of you are no longer as strong. My memories of lifetimes before have become buried beneath the joys and sorrows of this one, and I ache inside for the longing of your arms.

Strange how I still feel the phantom touch of your kiss, your caress upon my skin and the warmth of your body lying next to mine during the odd lonely nights. Before, I was too young to realize what I do not have. Now, after remaking the awkward mistakes of love, I know too well what I’ve had. The feel of your hand combing through my hair, the sound of your voice whispering in my ear, the rush of blood filling your ready strength and the fullness of the most secret touch of body to soul.

Turning to the side, I glance out the window and see the full moon shining its pale perfection down upon my familiar world. The wind blows among the trees and shadows dance their way to a stately melody. The flickering, twisting patterns change and grow. Suddenly, it’s as if my eyes have been open to a new vista and I see you standing there. Still, strong, confident-then you’re gone with the next billowing breeze. Longing pours out in an endless stream, tears fill my eyes, and I wrap my arms around myself tightly, wishing.

Somehow, I still believe in love. That romance is possible. Real connections of the mind, heart and soul can be achieved. Doesn’t have to be a dramatic bright display where one’s heart is swept up and away. It doesn’t need to be an instant connection upon first glance. No demands of it growing so slowly that it sneaks past all defenses and entrenches love so far into one another that love is merely a fact.

I don’t care. The facts do not matter to me. How it all happens or why.

I need you. My other half. My love, you who exist solely in dreams and memories. I crave your strength that bolsters mine. The sound of your heart beating as I fall asleep in your arms. The rumbling of your entire body as you laugh out loud. The love that simply is when you look my way. The peace within that I held so dear because you were there with me. I remember how you loved me despite my many flaws. Perfection is too simple you would say. That confounding complexity was more interesting any day.

I’m whole now. The void which quietly pulsed in my soul is gone. Signs of true love have surrounded me on all sides. Clues of what could be dangle before my life. I’m not a child anymore. I’ve accepted my flaws and cherish my ideals.

I still believe in magic and my need for you grows with every passing hour.

For your love, I wait.

To merge my self with you, I wait.

To hold my soul’s match in my arms, I wait.

Some standards are not so lofty or irrational. To be loved truly is not a bad thing to wait for. To ask for. To have faith in oneself is not a tragedy, a loss cause. I believe in you. I love you in past and the present. I await you. My heart, my soul, my very love is there for you and you only.


Forever,

S.

 

[perks]

Dearest R, my sugahduck,

Recently, I was remembering how we met. It was a moment of flirtatious magic. How lucky I am that it was you, that your response to me was so completely delicious. You were so playful, so intense, so decadently sexual. That first time, our first time, when we connected our energies joined. I did not understand, at that moment how much a part of me you had already become.

You disappeared. I searched for you. I've never looked for anyone before, in fantasy or reality. There was just something that was missing when you weren't around. I know now, it was part of me.

I am amused now, when I remeber how we found each other again. You had on new feathers, and I was completely aroused by what I thought was a new duck. I felt you more deeply than an interested stranger. I didn't know why. I do now, of course. Your energy was speaking to mine. I felt the glow in my chakras.

Then I read that story you wrote and realization dawned. I remember my skin tightening like being splashed suddenly with a bucket of cold water. It was you! It was you. Damn, duck, we've come so far. It all seems like yesterday.

Now, every minute of my life is filled with thoughts of you. As if you have always been this incredible force in my life. When you're not around my colours, my energy, my soul, my heart wonder where you are. My emotions and feelings have grown and escalated to the point where I don't recognize the person I used to be.

You've given me a new beginning, a hope for a sanity I never thought I would know. You have erased a lot of pain in my life and filled me with a sense of self worth.

Being with you, knowing you, holding you proves to me there is a greater force at work, and that force thought kindly of us often.

For as long as you want me and need me, I'll be the duck to share your happiness, pain, laughter, loneliness, your life. You've given me more than I've ever had. I long to do the same for you. For the rest of my life I am joined to you.

I love you.

m, your loverduck

 

[Savage Kitten]

Dearest You,

Your words ignite their imaginations, you ignite my heart. You weave tales of fantasy for them, words that caress my reality. I share you with the world and yet, you are my best kept secret.

Thoughts of you make me smile at the most inopportuned times. Your essence touches me, making me wet in my woman places. Your voice is as smooth as velvet, I crave to feel it upon my breasts.

We have shared so much and still have much to explore. I can never find enough words to do justice to how you make me feel. I just want you to know that I have made more room for you than I ever thought was possible.

*tugging on your sleeve*
Thank you, SweetHeart

Sk~

 

[Maid of Marvels]

SHhh...

My Dearest Love,

You've only just left and I find myself longing for you once again. Your face is etched into my mind, your love into my soul. Soft and deep, your words resonate through me as I try to recapture your essence.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting my mind drift. Remembering.

You called me into your arms, surrounding me in your embrace as I slowly melted into you. Tracing my fingers over your face, your eyes, your lips; you smiled as my hips rose up to meet yours.

"Welcome home," I whispered as you entered me. We grasped each other and held on with feverish desperation, aware of nothing but fulfilling our hunger, our desire for fulfillment.

Release came suddenly, startling us with its exquisite intensity. Our spirits soared in unrestrained passion, until we could bear no more and we collapsed; arms, legs, bodies entwined and entwined again.

Replete, we sighed together and then we laughed. Two halves of a whole. MirrorTwins. Each one a part of the other, steadfast and uncompromising in our love.

Until soon, my love... Until soon I leave you with this... An eternal memory to hold us close.

I am yours alone.
Forevermore,

I love you.

~N

 

[TheDR4KE]

My Seducktress

You words still affect me like they did when I first ran into you in the hot tub. Flirtatious, sassy, sexy duckling.

If you've grown from our interaction, then it is because you have nurtured yourself, reflected in the mirror of me. I shine, reflecting your humour, your wit, your daring. I love, reflecting your passion, your heart, your lust.

Fantasies of exploration with you fill my dreams.

Dreams of exploration of you fill my fantasies.

And your fantasies, the stories and poems submitted at lit and the fragments you've shared with me, drive my self exploration and make me want to fulfill the dreams you've inspired in me.

You say you don't recognize the person you used to be. All I see in you is the person I recognized that first time we met more and more. The true, whole, angelic, goddess-duck you.

Reaching inside myself with my imagination, I extract my heart with words and offer it to you for Valentine's Day on a platter woven of prose and verse.

I love thee,

thy Drake.

 

[Manjaro_Eve]

A Gift, One Eve
Attracted by your wit, imagination, and talent
Delighted to discover your intelligence and inate goodness
Enchanted by your beauty and torrid sexuality
Elated to realize that there is so very much more
Recognized how fortunate I am to have you in my life!

Master

 

[perks]

Dearest DR4KE,

How is it that one man can inspire me to be more complete? Are you a god that has attached yourself to my spirituality? I know you are. I know what you have taught me. I live my days thinking, creating, being. I live my nights in communion with you.

I ache for you. For just one touch of your skin. I need to be joined with you. Not just in my mind, my heart, or the centre of my being. I need to wrap my love around you and rock you with my lust. Sometimes, the need is so great it pains me.

I've become more of myself, a concentration. You've made me powerful with your love, strong with your constant edification. You also given me a haven to be soft, trusting and open.

My sweet loverduck, thankyou for all you've given to me.

Someone once told me, "Ducks mate for life". I wasn't sure if that meant just one other duck or they don't stop. I know now, that with you, it's both.

I love you.
your Valentine,

seducktress