Thoughts of you, my beautiful lover, have swirled inside of me all day, gathering so much momentum that I must release them or fear risking that they shall take it upon themselves to escape, and who knows in what form they would choose to do that?

     Where shall I begin?  This is a difficult question to answer since the images and sensations are many.  Holding you, kissing you, my body blanketed on top of yours, you sitting on me, talking, laughing, making love...  Hundreds of scenes flash before me and I would take great pleasure in writing in explicit detail about each and every one.  However, since my time to write this letter is limited, let me begin by sharing with you the image of a simple kiss.

     I start by looking at your lips as they wait for me: red, moist, soft, inviting.  They are warm; this I know before I even touch them.  I have touched them so often that I know exactly how warm, soft and inviting they will be when I first press my own against them, and how hot they will be when we have finished.

     Captivated by your lips, I marvel at their beauty, their natural redness that blushes and deepens as our lovemaking intensifies.  This I also know.

     Before allowing my own lips the pleasure of enjoying yours, I slowly reach both hands up, placing one on each side of your mouth, running one thumb along each lip, gently pulling them apart, spreading them in preparation for my kiss.  They are smooth...soft, pliable and the sight and feel of them excites me, makes me want to ravenously dive into them...into you. 

     But I must be patient.  I know the kiss only begins the process.  There is still plenty of time for passion.

     As my thumbs pull ever so slightly at your two voluptuous mounds of pink flesh, I smile at the tender sound they make as they separate.  Beautiful music; the symphony has begun.  They hunger; they want to open, want to be filled, want me.  I place the very tip of a finger at one end and slower than slow run it to the other end.  Time seems to stop for us as your lips close upon it.  You want more; I can tell and you are impatient.  As am I.

     When the moment crashes upon me and I can wait no longer, I lean toward you with my own mouth, wetting my lips first with my tongue, making them warmer, wetter for you my love before pressing them against yours. 

     Two against two.

     Feeling your heat, I hold still for a moment savoring the sensation before continuing. You groan and move toward me, letting me know you like this first touch and demand more.

     I know my love. 

     I understand. 

     I will give you more.

     My own lips open, spreading yours farther apart.  I want you open for me my dearest. Open, vulnerable and ready for my tongue, for me to enter you, for me to take you, for me to merge with and become you.

     The tip of my tongue begins its erotic journey, passing through my parted teeth and making the first contact with your mouth and, as I pull it back into my mouth, I shudder with the taste of you. 

     The first taste. Ah, such a sweet flavor has never been served at any banquet. And for now my lover, you are my banquet.

     My lips move now, softly massaging yours.  Your moans and body movements tell me that I am losing you. You are beginning to drift away to that place that you go when we make love. I have your body but your mind will be gone; oh still connected to me yes, but gone to your own place of pleasure. Until the explosions, the eruptions, the screams...then you will return to me.

     You are ready for all of me now. The full length of my tongue penetrates your lips and you mumble something. I know not what you say; it's inaudible, indecipherable. I care not what you say for instead I feel it. Feel the sound that grumbles from deep in your throat as the warmth of me enters you. Rhythmically moving side to side, licking, tasting, probing deeper until I am completely into you and feeling your temperature as it rises to the point of near eruption. 

     I begin to pull my tongue out, not completely, just enough to tease, make you moan and grab my hair and pull me toward you. You want me inside of you and are ready to demand it. Harder now, pressing my lips wide against yours, thrusting my tongue deeply and fully into you, wanting to satisfy your needs, all your needs.  Deeply kissing you as you suck and pull me into you. 

     You squeeze tightly, holding me as if it were to be your very last moment on earth.

     Your kisses are wild now as you move violently, making it difficult for me to stay with you. 

     But I do. I will always stay with you baby. Kissing you.  Matching your rhythm. Loving you...

     My darling sweetheart, the thought of kissing you has me so excited that I cannot wait until you are once again in my arms and I can show you in person all that I have thought about since we have separated. I must go now and will mail this letter to you on the way to work.

     In the mean time, think of me my love, and smile.

Eternally, I am yours,

O.