One of the biggest problems is the desire to make love to you, to feel you part of me; it has become so urgent that my friends, playing cards, work, and other women are useless, since you ( and now that I don't have you is front of me I can tell you) are the one that has made me feel the deepest andand most intense sensations among all the loves I've had.

I would like to squeeze you, penetrate you in a thousand ways, bite you, lick you, caress you, throw you on the bed, on the couch, on the table, give you pleasure until you come. At times my thoughts are so intense I feel my body vibrate with pleasure and my penis swell to a spasm, but them I remember that you're far away and that it's better to not get too excited or otherwise risk and enormous headache. I wait impatiently the time when I'll have you and I assure you that you will never have felt such pleasure in your whole life and will never feel it again even after death.

I have always given so much when I make love to a woman, but with you it's different. It comes naturally to give more effortlessly, the time that made the greatest impression was when we made love in _____'s rocking chair. Maybe it was the position, or the fear of being caught, but in that moment I felt beautiful sensations never felt before.

Now enough talk about sex, but before closing the discussion I want to tell you that my greatest fantasy is to make love to you in the seat of my motorcycle. I don't know where or when, but I will do anything to do it.

In my previous letter I wrote a poem. In this letter I won't, maybe because I don't feel inspired these days, but I will tell you one thing. At times when I think of you I have the feeling not only of having you here, but of being used to not having you, as if our souls were fused in a far-away past and they have become immortal together, and at this moment were together in death, alienated as innumerable lives lived separated from the worl and from men. I used to believe in reincarnation but since that night when I saw your eyes, I am sure of it, immortality exists and is represented by love. Life without love, without the need for you, is hell; your touch is paradise. I would defy time for you, trade a hundred lives to live one with you.

Now enough of romanticism, you know, I am also rather practical and now I tell you that finally this week, probably Saturday, I will send to your mother the package with the stuff you need plus other things I hope you'll enjoy.

I also wanted to thank-you for the letter that you sent to my parents, they liked it very much, especially at a time when they feel abandoned by many relatives and friends. If at first they liked you, now they adore you. My mother always wants to know who I'm going out with, where I'm going, and when I mention some girl's name, she becomes immediately nervous and starts to ask for explanations.

My love, the time has come to stop writing, it seems, because the words that I put on paper are starting to weaken like my thoughts, from sleepiness. I think of you always and I desire you so much. Please, be strong, hang on a little longer, and you will see that when you are here I will know to give you more love than you have ever had in your life. A kiss and a hug from your _____, that he loves you so much, even if sometimes he's a little depressed.

A flower for you {a little drawing of a rose}.

P.S. Our happiness and our life together are like a rosebud- it's full of thorns but when it blooms all the world will stop to admire it.

[submitted 07/21/02]