I am ready at last for the unrelenting savagery or call to your actions, seductions, or even rampant affection, genuine for the time at present.
I require not a guarantee, only unequivocal intensity by and for soft strong fingers and supple form
Slay me, command me, instruct me, mark me as yours when your commands drift to my ears, will pretend i allow you to dominate me but in reality, i possess no choice.
I am supple in flesh and mind – long surrendered to your charms.
Your letters sent in secret, your annotations, my replies, bundled in brown manila, i assume secreted to a trusted friend in a Balkan enclave with suspect postal service.
The cancellations – round and particular, glue melts to tempt prying eyes. I do not mind if someone knows our deepest fondest codes. While they can set the letters to words to prose, they cannot comprehend the sweet honey you mix with Turkish coffee cooled only by the same ice cube i run along your sustaining bosom, – providing a life i could never know before.