Desire

Dearest Tigger

I have been struck by how deeply my thought of leaving you, as fleeting as it was, has affected you so much.

I cannot recall when last someone feared the loss of me. It was always me who feared the departure of someone I love.

I guess in that sense you and I are the same. We have always been the ones who loved and been left behind.

I hope this is a sign that we will last for a long, long time if not forever.

I love you in the quietest way, with a slow, simmering desire that peaks whenever I am with you. Even when we are apart I miss you in the most tender manner.

I love you. I miss your touch, your kisses, your hands on me and around me, your lips on my skin, your smile, your voice. Even listening to you speak turns me on and stokes desire.

I am so into you it is not funny.

You turn me on so intensely I just want to kiss you like a teenager.

I am so madly in love. Like I haven't been in so long.

I thought I loved her, and I think I did, but I always felt curbed. Like she didn't want me enough.

But you. You constantly reach out for me, yearn to be near me, need to touch me or kiss me every so often. I love that about you. I hope you will always desire me the way you do now. It is one of the things I love most about you.