The Last Time

The man wrote the woman a letter and asked if she remembered the last time she was properly kissed and said that could be fixed. 🙂

Electric

Woman, I suspect you think I am adding too much pressure to kissing you, but I am really not. Given it is not the first time I am pretty damn confident it will still feel electric.

Have we kissed just once or 10 million times– not really a question. It all works.

Dance With Me

The man asked the woman to dance.

“Step into my arms and let me twirl you a little bit around the room. I feel the same butterflies you do, let go and dance with me.”

I Could Call You

The man told the woman he could call her but that he expected she would say there were people around.

“If you really want to speak with me, you’ll find a way to make time. Sooner or later you will, because some connections don’t ever die. You feel it too.”

He told her he wanted her mouth and her whole body…again.

“If I get that I’ll get all of you, at least the parts I don’t have now. Probably safer for you to be far away, even if I look older and not quite like I used to, some things never change.”

He knew it sounded arrogant, but it wasn’t said or meant like that. It was factual.

Following A Thread

The man wrote the woman another letter and said he couldn’t remember the last time a woman truly melted into him.

And then he added…”Since you.”

He said it was impossible not to notice such things and that men and women are meant to fill certain gaps.

“Some traditional roles never go away. If acknowledging this makes me weak or less of a man in some eyes they aren’t ones I care to be seen by.”

Your Lips

He told the woman he missed feeling her pressed up against him.

“I need you and your lips. Been too long, have to experience it all again. Not a question of if, but when. “