Twenty-one

Friday, January 21, 2011

10:35 PM

My dearest Popol,

I better write this fast cause you might be arriving anytime soon. I'm so excited about your coming here tonight: Vess is going home to Batangas, so we've got the house to ourselves, yey!

I love making love to you, have I told you that? I love how you make me feel, warm and tingly all over, like I can't wait for you to be touching me already, but also I can't bear to have you touch me because it feels too good.

I miss your lips, and how soft they are when you kiss me tenderly, but also how hard they can be when you can hardly restrain your passion.

I want your arms around me, your hands on me, tender in their caressing, but brutal in their passionate grip. You blow me away when our love reaches its fevered pitch and we collapse in each other's embrace - sounds cheesy, I know, like it was taken out of a romance novel, but that is how it feels to me, and I can't express them in less flowery words, for then they couldn't convey how I really feel: I.love.you.

Always,

Your Tya.