The letter that I write,
bound in white paper,
sprayed, sprinkled, prepared,
my scent permeates.
The amalgamation of words, scent, passion, reverie,
forward
sealed
licked
cemented
Yours.
You return my simple P.S request, "do write me in return, my dear lady".
I have read your letter,
a good 5-6 times.
Your words, messages, I have remembered.
Eternalized within the mind of this man who you know as Lorenzo.
Eloquent.
Darling friend, can this be?
That I could find an equal in such compassion and sensuality?
How is it possible that a person can come so close to being like me?
My dear, my darling, my trusted friend, my sweet flower,
you make my soul dance and trot in joy.
Inspiration.
Delay not, suffice me with letters,
My softest of kisses, and my warmest embrace,
A.L.L.
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