Dear Cupid,
We shared a passion, we ran with the wolves. We traced the outline of each other’s shadows, and gently kissed each others face. In a moonlit forest, we lived again. I often imagine her exploring my temple, coming inside and worshiping, for, I can make her feel renewed. I can make her see; this is where she should be. There are no secrets. I am the real deal. That good shit. It gets no better. And, just incase it does, I will always remind her that I am all of it, not just that “80%”
How cruel of it, Cupid? Dangle something in my face that’s so intangible, I just dare to dream of her. I know, that if I should touch her, she’d wet me without water. She is my escape key. I think, if we were allowed to touch beyond our fiberglass boundaries, our senses would be exhausted, and we’d walk away dissatisfied and unhappy. So, Cupid, you are indeed clever, give us what looks good and make our mouths water for it, but don’t let us have it, if we do, it may destroy our desire for it. It may delete the yearning and leave us bitter.
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I appreciate your wit… Thanks for it all
Truly Yours
Love L. Lott
