a letter

　

To whom my desire to love belongs,

A letter not to be given to whom it belongs. Truly written from the soul and is inquired by those who have yet to read or know my emotions. My thoughts and feelings concealed.

Lust is for the weak, for those who are insecure and that is not me. I am compelled by love, romance and want for a relationship. I dream, aspire, and have great desire for life and love. I do not dare to say I wish we could be. Wishes can never truly be fulfilled if you are not motivated by passion. I can wish we were truly one; I have the passion to say so. On the other hand, I am unsure and confused by your actions and lack of communication if not physical.

The gaze given by your soft dark brown eyes warms me. I see love and deep interest. I see a soul inside you. Your embrace sends chills through me making me high. Your touches making me feel as though I am your only one as you please unselfishly. And your words, they mean so much to me. They inspire me, motivate me, push me and give me a sense of confidence and well-being.

You have such a presence when around me. Breathe and I and drawn towards you. Reach for me to be beside you and I feel loved. Talk to me and tell me all the right things. Alternatively, is this an allusion? I am confused by your actions.

I know you know that there is a deep connection whether physical or emotional, I feel you. Do not take me in to the dark world of lust when I am willing to be forward to you about my emotions. I want, no I need to know how u are feeling inside. Is this more then lust or is this more then a physical thing that we share.

Not only do I deserve not to be heart broken, so do you. I will never try to control you, rape you of your freedom or trap you in a world you do not wish to be. I will do for you as you do for me. It is only right.

Sincerely,

Antoinette J.Pollard