I lie in our bed, still weak and flushed from the thrills of last nights activities, certain that the hours we spent together were an example, a glimmer, a gift to us of heaven here on earth.  You, my blissful one, took me to a different plane, a higher level of consciousness; I swear that during those hours of ecstatic love making I was no longer terrestrial.  Both spiritually and physically I was taken to another place that was ethereal and surreal; the sensations still linger with me this morning.  And somehow, I sense, they shall linger with me forever, for I believe that once you have been there, experienced what we experienced last night together, that the depth of the spiritual encounter does not leave you.  I believe that last night, my darling beautiful lover, you changed me forever, for eternity and for that I can only begin to thank you.

     Although I am sure that you experienced many of the same phenomenon that I did, I want to attempt (although admittedly mere words can only begin to scratch the tip of the emotional and physical iceberg of the miraculous experience) to share with you what the sensations were like for me during last nights wondrous encounter.

     The magnitude of the intensity really began in those moments as I lay in our bed waiting for you.  Of course throughout the afternoon there were the tingles of anticipation, of excitement; I wondered as I shopped for the candles what the upcoming evening would bring, but the potent stimulations began as I lay there in the bed.     

      I slipped between the sheets and lay on my back and waited for you.  As I lay there the sensations that traveled through me were many and varied.  The sounds were the first sensations that I focused on.  Soft music pierced the dark silence; I could almost see the notes as they drifted in the darkness.  The only other sounds were those of my own breathing, which noticeably slowed as the moments floated by, and an occasional crackle of a candle's flame.  As my lungs slowly enlarged, the aroma which seeped from the candles and flavored the air slipped through my nostrils and gently massaged me from the inside out.

     I suppose it is because of the total blackness and void of the visual that my skin felt so acutely the weight of the sheets.  Each tiny movement, even the almost imperceptible movement of my chest as I breathed, was magnified.  Every nerve fiber which ended upon my skin was busy flooding feedback to my brain.

    So there I lay, quiet, dark, still... and I waited.  Time slowly traveling until I heard the doorknob to our bedroom slowly and deliberately turn, then the door creaked ever so slightly as it opened then closed; the thud as it was returned to it's shut position acting as an exclamation point of sorts.

     By now my heart rate and breathing had begun to increase.  My thoughts raced.  "Was it you?  Of course it was, this I knew, but what if...?"  I felt silly even entertaining the thought that it might not be but I was so vulnerable and I will admit the slightest bit afraid, although I cannot say why.

     Then there was the silence.  I know it probably was only seconds but my mind was so amazingly busy thinking, wondering, that it seemed like an eternity.  I heard nothing.  But I felt your presence.  That moment, my love, was the beginning of the spiritualness of the evening.  At that moment when I sensed you, it was as if there was something connecting us that was not physical; it was as if I 'read' you, 'heard' you, 'felt' you, but those sensations were not corporeal.  The intensity of this realization both frightened and excited me. 

     My nipples begin their involuntary enlargement.

     I knew you stood over me, looking at me and a thin tremble ran through my body.  I wanted to talk, I wanted to reach up and hold you and it took every ounce of discipline to lay still, as you'd instructed in your note, and wait for you to make your move. 

     I waited.

     Then you began.

     The sheets, as if pulled by some ghostly, invisible hand, were gently lifted and pulled from my body, toward the foot of the bed.  I lay completely naked and exposed.  My body quivered although not from cold.

Then I felt it.  Something drifted across my face.  Something so soft that I could not imagine what it was; it was almost too light to be tangible.  Then another, upon my neck, then another, something fell onto my chest, my stomach.  Soon these hushed touches were falling completely all over my body and deep in the darkness my eyes saw pastel colors; soft yellows, pinks, blues, greens, as if only colors themselves were falling upon me.

     Then red.  Reds.  A mixture of bright reds and deep burgundy reds flashed before my eyes and at that exact moment the familiar scent of rose penetrated my nostrils. 

    Rose petals.  The soft sensations were of rose petals being dropped onto me.  More and more they fell until layer upon layer of their silkiness covered my skin.  Darling, my arousal was increasing in leaps and bounds.  How at that very moment I wanted you to hold me, wildly kiss me, touch me.  My body had already begun to scream to my mind what it wanted, what it needed and I wanted to scream the same to you.  And, in preparation to satisfy my lusty thirst, my juices had begun to flow.

     But you had only just begun and were not about to extinguish my desires so quickly or easily.

     As I lay there beneath the lush layer of the fragrant petals I then felt the next sensation.  Your warm hands barely brushed against me as you placed something on each side of my neck, my arms, my sides, my hips, the inside and outside of my thighs and finally my legs.  At first I was confused as to what you were doing, then when I moved just the tiniest bit and felt the soft pricks, I realized.  My body was lined with roses.  I dared not move and the thought that I was virtually "frozen" in this position stirred me even more.  You had captured me without any bonds and I now lay fully exposed to you, completely helpless before you.  I was so aroused!  I wanted you to take me then and there; my mind was screaming "Yes!  You have done your job all too well.  I am excited beyond belief, beyond words, beyond what is humanly possible, make love to me now my sweet precious."

     But instead, I lay still, only my increased breathing betrayed the changes occurring inside of me.

     My face was now being lightly touched by what felt as a thick brush, but soon I realized it was a velvety rose.  As if an artist, you painted me with the thick, voluptuous fragrant flower; traveling over my eyes, my cheeks and when it lingered upon my lips, they parted and my mouth opened.  I wanted to kiss it.  I wanted to suck it, bite it, as if it were a lover coming to me, as if it were you, I wanted my tongue to make love to it.  Oh how I hungered. 

     You were not so kind to allow me such pleasure yet though.  The rose left my mouth and continued its sketching onto my chest, tickling my nipples, then my stomach, caressing my thighs until, as the soft power-like puff paused in the damp warmth between my legs.

     Gentle moans were by now leaving my throat.  My hips, involuntarily moving upwards, expressing to you my desire for more.  But once again, you were not ready to acquiesce to my appetite.

    As the softness left my mound; the sensation was replaced by a thin scratching which slid down the side of my temple.  No, it did not hurt.  The sharp pricking sensation began at the side of my temple and ever so slowly traced its way down my throat, along my curves of my bony clavicles toward my breasts.  You were caressing my body with a rose thorn, this I knew.  I only wish I could've been an observer and watched your face as you stood over me and slowly ran the barb down my body. 

     That moment.  That sensation was nearly enough to send me completely out of reality and drop me into the depths of the fantasy world you had lead me to.

     I gasped loud and hard and murmured "baby!..." and you placed one warm finger against my lips to remind me not to speak.

     Oh such sweet torture.  My brain by now was crazed with internal dialogue. 

     "Take me NOW!" it screamed, "satisfy me, give me what I desperately need and want."

     Finally, had it been days or weeks since you'd began to torment me?  Finally you found the kindness in your heart to satisfy me and I nearly burst into tears when I felt the incredible sensation of your warm, wet, lips encircle my nipples.  The first contact was soft, testing, but within seconds the pressure increased and your hunger became apparent.  You wanted as much as I did I was sure. 

    I still dare not move side to side, but arched my back and rose off the bed to meet your gratifying mouth.  Your lips and tongue danced wildly and passionately over my breasts, pulling my nipples deep into your hot mouth. 

    Then I experienced the angelic sensation of your finger as it slid between and parted my drenched lips.  As your mouth massaged my nipples, your palm and fingers began the love rhythm between my legs.  My darling lover, as if spiritually guided, you knew exactly how and where to touch, the pressure, the movement, the intensity, the rhythm, inside, outside, as if you could read my mind, as if your hand were mine, as if, as if....

     I came.

     I came hard.  I came powerfully.  I screamed and jumped off the bed grabbing onto you, your name and Gods pierced the blackness and I laughed and cried at the same time not caring that rose thorns pricked and stuck to the sides of me.

     That was the moment, my darling precious sweetness, that I left earth and visited heaven.  For those few seconds, I was gone, I was there, this I know for certain.

     And when I returned to human consciousness, you my love, were holding me, kissing me, talking to me.  You picked up the roses and tossed them to the floor, then untied my blindfold.

     Baby.  After being with you for all these years, when I first saw your face last night after that experience, it was as if a layer had been removed and I really "saw" you for the first time.  I know you may not believe me but you had a soft white glow which covered and surrounded you.  Last night, my darling cherub, I saw you as the angel you truly are.

     And as we rolled around the bed, covered in rose petals which stuck to our damp skin, kissing, laughing, continuing to love one another for hours and hours, it was as if each second that passed I became more of you and you became more of me and although I'd often heard lovers and poets talk about "two being one", that is exactly what happened to us during those enchanting hours last night.

     My sweet darling, as I have written this to you, I have traveled back in time and relived the experience.  I will now gather all the strength in my body to walk to the mailbox and mail this to you, then I must return to bed and visit sleep again for I am exhausted.

     Thank you for saving our relationship and for being in my life.  There is no doubt in my mind that you and I have spent too numerous to count past lifetimes together, shall be together for the duration of this lifetime and shall spend our future lifetimes clutched in each other's grasp.

     Hurry home to me my love, for now, when you are gone from me, part of me is gone from me.

Spiritually and Eternally yours

O.