a love letter.

      I miss you. 

      I miss you so terribly that my body aches.  My skin is crawling, it yearns so badly for your touch.  My breasts alert, waiting; my neck, exposed, and anticipating.  My heart is full, growing more and more swollen with every laborious beat.  My pussy is wet and wanting.  The cool breeze coming through my bedroom window is nearly orgasmic for me. I would give anything to have you here. 

      I lay on my bed, with my laptop on my chest, searching for an appropriate porn to watch.  Nothing seems to fit, because it's love I'm after, it's your love I miss, your love I'm craving.  I want to see love.  I settle for a porn in which the guy kisses the girl on the head each time they change position.  It's a small, heartwarming gesture that they perhaps are entirely unaware of, but suggests that there's some sort of relationship there, besides two people being paid to fuck on camera.  It says, love you sweetheart.  Or, good job baby.  Maybe she's having a bad day, and he's consoling with, it's almost over. It's just a peck on the side of her head, near her temple, but it feels like the language of love, even if it's between two friends, or two coworkers. 

      I don't get off while watching it, but it inspires my own fantasy in which you and I star.  It's the middle of the night, and I am fast asleep, here in my bed.  I wake with the sound of the door opening, and footsteps coming toward me.  "Baby?"  I say with sleep in my voice, and in my fuzzy head.  You answer by laying beside me, stroking my hair, kissing my face, then passionately on the mouth.  Your hands softly hold my face, your tongue driving into my mouth.  
     "I couldn't sleep," you say between kisses.  "I had to come over. I missed you."  Fully awake now, and overcome with desire, I pull the covers off of me, and wrap my arms and legs around you.  You hold me tightly in your arms now, like we are trying to blur our outlines, and become one. Our hungry mouths can't get enough.  Yours drifts sweetly down to my breasts, then back up to my lips. "I love you baby," you say while doing it.  Down my stomach, to my pussy, which you kiss as passionately as you did my mouth.  Feeling the absence of your body on top of me, I pull you back up.  I want to be completely enveloped by you. I want you everywhere, all over me.  I reach for your cock, and want it just as badly.  I want it in my mouth, I want it in my hands, my pussy.  I go down on you for a moment, but you pull me back up just the same. We want to be wrapped in each other tonight, our hearts nearly touching.  I guide your cock into me, and we kiss each other more fully and deeply than before.  I don't want it to end; I want you forever this close, forever connected like this.  I feel so happy, my heart so full, like it's going to burst any minute. With your cock sliding so deeply into me, and your tongue plunging similarly down my throat, it feels like they are trying to meet.  Like they are trying to complete the circuit. And I will be complete, as well.  I come over your cock, and only then, will you allow yourself to do the same, into me.  Apart from you now, I still feel whole, having taken a piece of you with me.  And you, having gotten what you needed: me, my love; curl around my back and breath softly into the nape of my neck. 
      "I love you, baby," you say, before we both drift back to sleep, happily, in each other arms, this time. 

      Here in my bed with the window open, I come, releasing all the endorphins I need to fall asleep alone. I hope I dream of you.