Love Letters

[Unmasked Poet]

Poets, on the eve of “Valentines”.
The Poetry Olympics must take pause, to celebrate the single largest inspiration to all of who have ever penned pad to paper.
Who’s heart is that swinging in the wind… calling…whispering? Why yes it’s all of ours. Sure we could write poems, but I say no. We could have a contest, but I say no yet again! We have an obligation as poets to write, certainly to flood the net with sappy, forlorn, cliché ridden tender thoughts of passion and love, all wrapped in a 16oz box of chocolates, with a rose tucked between our teeth.
Just what I ask you, is a poet to do?

I’ve got the answer:
Love letters

Write them as prose, if you must you can slip in a couplet or two maybe a single stanza. Write them and post them to the love letter thread. Besides it will give us all a chance to see the talents of the writers before the Third Olympic Competition “Pairs” Sure some of you can write poetry but can you write prose, even poetic prose. Well whip it and show me. Remember don’t spare the syrup and "nuttin sez luvin like heartfelt excess"!

I need some help in coaxing people, please post whose letter you would like to see.
Tigerjen has got to help kick this off. She posted the “Valentines” thread.
Whispersecret’s name begs to write a love letter. If she refuses I will sue her for breech of pen name or something.

Well who do you guy’s want to see contribute?

Update on coming dances of romance:

Lovetoread is going to cause us to swoon.
U.P. (satisfied Redwave) will stumble yet carry on.
daughter will send us out for tissue.


U.P.

 

[perks]

drake

 

[lovetoread]

Shameless Flirt

 

[daughter]

After reading these, the s/o is in for a good time

SA, of course.

Peace,

daughter

 

[Guest]

Perky, because that heart shaped ass has been killing me since I cam here.

 

[Savage Kitten]

Re: After reading him...

SA, of course.

I second that!

Sk~

 

[Savage Kitten]

oops hehe

hey Daughter! I wanna see what you got too!

and KM.. I don't think you have a lovey dovey bone in your body, do ya girl??

hehe
Sk~

 

[SA Storm]

[No message]

 

[Savage Kitten]

My 1st attempt

I didn't wanna go first... but I dunno if I will make it online later so here ya'll go....

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Love letter found at the bottom of my Grandfather's old footlocker

To the one who holds the key to my heart:

I let yet another day pass, without telling you how I feel. The day began, as it always does, the birds singing, the world awakening. I watched you as you greeted each passing moment with tenderness and care. Never short of compassion, you reached out to all who were in need, including me. Time crept by as you mesmerized me with your beauty and grace. Before I realized it, night had drawn near and I had yet to speak the words. Content with the emotions that swelled inside me, I vowed my revelation the next day.

Dawn broke with predictable style and I ached to feed my news to the world. I went to the restaurant where we shared our morning meals, and waited until well past noon. Anxiety gripped my heart like steel vice, and I knew time was continuing on without me. Tears flooded my eyes as I blindly ran to the place you had always called home. Lost in despair, my head hung in disbelieve, I furiously denied the image before my eyes. The paint peeled from the weather worn walls and the shutters hung in much need of repair. The passage overgrown with thickets and brush, I realized our time had long since passed.

I wondered how I had let my opportunities slide by without the slightest consideration. Without you in my life the days seemed meaningless and the night no longer held its allure. Lost without resolution, I ask for mercy as the wisdom of Fate guides my hand.
Writing this letter I hope that, if not in this lifetime then maybe the next, you will know my love. If given one more chance, I’d tell you with every beat of my heart of my devotion for you. I’d hold you close all the days of my life, knowing my hunger for you would never subside. If I could turn back time, I would never let another day pass without telling you how I feel.

Forever loving you,
S.L. Stoaker

 

[SA Storm]

Flight 101

 

[TigerClaw]

I Love You M'Lady

How is it that I feel this way? I honestly thought I loved the women in my life before you. I tried to make it work with these women. I may not have known all the social skills I now know to make a relationship work, but I knew how to learn. I knew how to show love, although I have become a better lover over the years. I always listened to what they said and showed them attention. I truly cared about them and who they were. Yet, each one failed for one or more reasons. The last was a devastating blow. In the end I found she really didn’t love me. At the very least she never knew how or was willing to learn how to love.

Then I met you. I only wanted to be friends at first. I teased you to get your attention. You teased back so seductively. We played tag with our teasing and as we teased desire began to grow. At first I could ignore it. We continued to talk as friends. But something always pulled me to you. Was it the wit, the intelligence in your words, the seductive phrases or just your style? I needed to talk to you more. Did you spike your words with and addictive narcotic? I don’t know. I don’t care.

I became greedy for your words. I had to talk to you as often as I could. But I needed more. I needed you 24 hours a day. That is when I realized I was dreaming of you. My dreams took on a life of their own. We were making love in my dreams. Mad passionate love, slow intimate sex and some time fast hard fucking. Even in my dreams I needed you. I had to do something. If I didn’t try for you I would be the sorriest man on the face of the Earth. So, one night I asked if you wanted to meet. You said the most beautiful word you could have said to me. You said, “Yes”.

We met and had a wonderful weekend. We learned that we were compatible even in the physical sense. We already knew our likes and dislikes, our thoughts. We knew we were compatible in a non-sexual way. But we didn’t know if our bodies fit. That weekend showed us they did. I felt something with you that I have never felt before. I felt as if I were in the arms of Love. Our words were not words of fantasy but of reality now. We knew we could experience our words spoken over the phone.

Honey, You are my light. You are the flame in my life that guides me. You are part of me. We are no longer two separate people, but one. You are M’Lady. The woman I have chosen to be with for all eternity. No, I will not ask the question here. But know this M’Woman, I shall ask it! I Love You with all my heart. I Love You with all my fiber. I Love You with all my being.

 

[WickedEve]

Master

Despite all the obstacles, some things are just meant to be. We've taken each other to heaven, and together we've glimpsed hell. At times, I wonder how we hang on without letting go. Sometimes, I wonder if you're tempted. Me? Never. I'm tenacious. You know that. I'd hang on, baby, naked in a hurricane! I'm not letting go now that I have you.

Lover, you know I adore you. I'm sure I've let you know that a million times over. Yes, I'm exaggerating again. But I have to. I feel that no words to express my love are good enough. How can I let you know how deeply I feel for you? By telling you that I love you? No. You, my love, deserve more. I need to let you know how loving you makes me feel.

When thoughts of you caress my mind, I catch myself smiling, and I can feel you from far away. A sweet word from your lips makes my heart melt, and I feel like the most loved woman to ever breathe. When you confess your tremendous desire for me alone, I become a modern-day Helen of Troy. Yes, you make your woman feel that desirable. And when you say those three single-syllable words that hold so much power, there's no doubt that I want to hear them until the day I breathe my last breath.

Something I once wrote over a year ago is still true today:
You pour into me. You flow. I'm open to you. You fill me up until you run over. I'm caught up in your river. I'm swept away. I cling to you. Never let go! Never drift away! Just sink deeper. Swallowed up. Drenched in you.

Yes, I still feel this depth of passion for you. Right now I could drown in you and never once want to come up for air.

I You

Eve

 

[erosman]

To: Eleanor Rigby

The night finds me sitting here typing, and my mind's eye drifts to you. The darkness is held at bay only by the dim light of your alarm clock. You look so fragile and tender. Your solitary bed seems to swallow you. Under winter's covers, your small frame looks only slightly larger...diminished by need. I stand at the door, and strain to see the shadow of your brightness. Streaks of hair across your face do not hide the lonely softness of your skin. Your closed eyes reveal the tired emotions of yesterday's battles. Even in slumber, your brow is furrowed with care. Your breathing belies rest; its rhythm is a struggle.

My heart is rent with your sorrow. I want to fight the demon of rejection, and banish him from your homeless dreams. I want to cradle your sleeping head, and stroke your hair in time with a lullaby of love's promise of spring. I want to find the smile that your lips have forgotten. I want to feel the sparkle of eyes dimmed by memory's tears. I want to celebrate the heart and its golden treasure - an invitation for my life.

In the faintness, I splash a thousand rainbow's dreams across the isolated walls. I hang a hundred wishes on shooting stars whose destinations are tomorrow's happiness. I uncork a bottle of laughter's best wine, and toast to your giddiness - the liberation of undying love. Forever's kiss would not do justice to the depth of passion that drives me to your love. Love's sensual delights only dance at the fringes of my hunger for you. My desires are swallowed by your need for love.

 

[REDWAVE]

Sweet Melissa

I run down a hallway in the endless corridors, the shouts of the police and the barking of their dogs gradually fading in my ears. Turning a bend, I come across three doors: one blue, one pink, and one bright red. I choose the pink door and enter. Immediately I am transported to a lush, beauteous forest, garlanded throughout with flowers of all colors. At the center of it sits you, a doe nestled at your feet. I approach reverently, and place a crown of daisies around your hair and forehead. You allow me to sit beside you, and I wrap my arm around you, nibbling and sucking on your earlobe. My other hand snakes down, but you gently intercept it and move it aside.


I know you love another man, but your heart is so loving as to encase me, too. Slowly, I gently tease your nipples with my saliva-slick fingers, through the thin fabric of your summer blouse.

"Please let me taste your essence," I whisper. "I don't have much time." Your face shows your struggle, then it solidifies into resolve.

"No," you say firmly. "Agent J would be compromised."

Agent J! My dread nemesis! No sooner do you say those words than the watch/camera/computer on my wrist chimes, calling me back into the eternal war. In the dim corner I see the shadow of the owl.



You are always my respite from the horrors I must see-- the things I must do. Your sensitive soul would never last an hour in the havoc of the Outer Planes. I comfort myself with one last embrace of your shapely form, pressing against the velvet cushion of your breasts, inhaling your sweet, fruity fragrance. Finally, I take your hand and kiss it, then get up and walk away, my eyes fixed upon the ground.

 

[lovetoread]

My dearest heart,

Your love has kept me going these last few weeks, the force of it keeping me afloat, as I seemed to drown in my abyss of sorrow and pain. I love you, need you, and want you with every fiber of my being.

Your love has kept me strong. It has kept me going when I would have quit so long ago. My heart soars every time I hear your voice. My body trembles when you whisper in my ear. When I feel as though I cannot take the distance between us anymore, you call me and I know that I can make through another day.

Your love has kept me focused. The end is in sight and I know that all of this time and energy has been worth it. I know down deep inside that you were meant for me and I was meant for you.

Your love has released the sensual part of me that I was afraid to show. You have made it possible for me to show you with my body the feelings that I have for you. Our weekends will never be long enough to show you all that I feel. When we are together forever you will always know that I crave you, which I freely promise to always show.

I cannot express into words properly what I really feel down deep inside of me. The part of me that yearns for you, that desires you, that needs you in a way that scares me in its intensity. But know, my dear heart, that no matter what happens in our lives, I love you and you are everything to me.

Yours Always,
Janet

 

[Jazzy2]

SK

Nice read. Familiar? published somewhere else?

Jazzy2

 

[mskittykatt]

Dearest mskittykatt,
I am sorry I have neglected you lately. There is always someone that needs my time and attention, and I haven’t taken the time out of each day to show you how special you are.
Bubble bath’s skipped because the day has been too exhausting to relax in the steaming, scented water. 15 minutes is not to much time to take at the end of the day, I promise I will treat you better! You are worth such indulgences.
I push you hard, through each and every day and sometimes forget to even feed you. You are deserving of better care then that. I will make you healthy meals throughout the day to say thank you for how much you do for me all day long.
I have shut you safely away from danger, but also from the human interaction you need. I will help you slowly take your first steps back into the world, you deserve companionship and new friends.
I have covered you in comfortable sweat pants and t-shirts, never caring how you saw yourself. You deserve that shopping trip, even though nice dresses and stockings aren’t necessary. When was the last time you wore make up, fixed your hair, or painted your nails? You deserve to feel pretty and feminine.
Days pass quickly into weeks, and weeks into months, and soon a year has gone by, and I’m still promising you tomorrow.
There’s always been enough for those you care for, today I will make time for you too. I love you, you’re special, you deserve it.
Love,
mskittykatt

 

[tigerjen]

Where is my soulmate? My lover? Where can he be?

4 a.m. brought me the light of the moon, three-quarters full,
high in the blanket of midnight filled with stars.

Where is my soulmate, my Mr. Right? When will my time
come? I think these thoughts as I stare at the stars. Two of
my good friends have steady boyfriends; while I am happy
for them, I am envious. My heart has healed over the course
of 5 years.......I know that I am ready to love again.

My feelings have been pouring out in the emails, phone sex,
erotic stories and poems.........and with the occasional "playtime"
with a very close friend........but I want MORE. I want one to
love me for who I am, respect me for who I am, and who will
walk with me side by side forever.........

Where is my lover, the one who will kiss me? Caress and play
with me? Suck, lick, nibble, and make love to me? Who is the one
that will make me feel like a total woman? Who is my man, the
one who'll pamper me with affection, full-body massages, trips
to different locales 'round the globe, days of travel, nights of
passion? One who'll indulge me with sips of Merlot, green
grapes, strawberries, dark chocolate?

Who will slow-dance with me on a sandy beach under the
moon, or across the ballroom floor? Or take me on a yacht
sailing across the water? Go with me on walks, play tennis,
or skinny-dip in a pool?

All I know is that my soulmate is somewhere, out there, hopefully
looking for me as I've been looking for him.........I have a lot of love to
give, but who will be the one to receive it and give back in return?

As in the song by Etta James........"At last.....my love has come along.....my lonely
days are over.......and life is like a song.......at last....."

Jennifer

 

[daughter]

Like a favorite pair of jeans

Sweetie,

It’s almost Valentine’s day and I’m anxious again. Damn you for being the romantic you are. My birthday is only days before, and so I celebrate for almost a week straight. God, I can’t believe this dream is still runnin’. How am I suppose to top the journal, cards, poems and letters you write as effortlessly as sippin’ wine?

You are so good to me. I’m sittin’ here laughin’ watching the slides of days past flash across my mind: the first time we met, I was at least ten pounds lighter (and so were you). I was smilin’ so tough it’s a wonder I didn’t get lockjaw. We ate dinner but I can’t remember if I enjoyed the meal. I didn’t have much of an appetite. Don’t laugh too hard, yes that’s not an issue today. Sitting in Brazil’s café, we pecked at each other like newborn chicks. Lawd, can’t believe we carried on that way.

I remember the day we had our first big fight. (To think how rarely we disagree today). I had been thoughtless and I was so scared you’d leave me. I was so distraught, I couldn’t cry. Three hours later you called. You were en route-- could I pick you up. I thanked God for lovin’ me enough to have another chance at lovin’ you. When I reached you, you said you had to come; you needed me.

Then there was the time you couldn’t get hold of me. You had taken an earlier flight. I was out running errands when you called. I hadn’t been home long when I heard knocking at the door. I was surprised and anxious. I opened the door, and you were standing there soaking wet. I was afraid I had messed up, that I got the times mixed up. I didn’t move. You said, “Baby, are you going to let me in?” You quickly got out of your clothes and into my bed. I made love to you almost drowning in need. I had never known a man like you. I couldn’t believe you were real. I fall in love again every time you lightly stroke my arm and kiss my lids.

Almost two years later, you’re still lovin’ me and I’m still grateful. We’ve filled out comfortably. I love how you fit between my thighs and me snug in your arms. I like absently running my fingers through your hair while I read over your shoulder. We should think about competing in some synchronized sport. Our ritual spooning is something we’ve become quite deft at. I love you Z with all I am. God knows you’re more than I ever should have imagined.

Livin’ is lovin’ you. Your touch still brings me to tears. Every chance I have to bathe you in my waters, I want you to drink of me. I want to grow old with you, ask you “Baby, can I make you a cup of tea?” bring home your favorite salsa or get around to making that meatloaf you like.

I wanna wake up and see that blue light framing your face, tell you, “Baby, come to bed,” rush home from work and tell you how my day was. Z, you are so good to me. Let me spend my life showing you how grateful I am.

With all I am,

D

 

[Savage Kitten]

Re: SK

Nice read. Familiar? published somewhere else?

Jazzy2

Thanks Jazzy,

Perhaps you've read something similiar to this elsewhere? I know mine hasn't been published before. I wrote it only a couple of minutes before I posted it here on this thread. I guess I was a lil too convincing huh? Someone else asked me if my Grandfather really wrote the letter.. *chuckles* I took it as a really nice compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed.

Sk~

 

[Whispersecret]

August 15, 1978

Dear Rudy,

I don’t think I’ll ever work up the guts enough to send you this letter, but I had to write it anyway. Summer vacation’s almost over and I just can’t stand sitting here in Dad’s house any longer with all my feelings stuffed up inside.

I wish that I was a stronger girl. Maybe if I was, you would have noticed me by now. Maybe all you need is a hint from me that I like you, but it seems to me I’ve given you all the hints I know how to give. I’m only fourteen, and I don’t seem to know any tricks for getting guys to notice me. There ARE tricks, aren’t there? It’s not just me? Maybe it’s just that guys who are fifteen just CAN’T notice girls who are fourteen. I wish I knew. Then I would know how to judge myself. Whether I’m a loser, or just have the bad luck to be in love with a guy who’s incapable of loving someone a whole year younger.

I mean, remember when my sister and I came over to swim at your house three weeks ago? (Thank God Dad doesn’t have a pool, otherwise we wouldn’t have had a good excuse to come over.) I agonized for hours at the bathing suit place down on Balboa Island. My chief aim was to look grown up, sexy, desirable to you. I had visions that if I just wore the right suit, I’d catch your attention. You’d FINALLY realize what a fool you’ve been for not noticing me, and then, of course, we’d date, go to the prom together (maybe even be King and Queen!), then go to college, and then get married. You’d be a wildly successful doctor, and I’d be your lovely wife, and our children would be PERFECT.

But, no matter how artfully I arranged myself on the chaise lounge, how slowly I lifted myself out of the pool, how gracefully I swam through the water, you didn’t seem to be interested in anything but diving off the board. And then you disappeared completely inside the house for that agonizing fifteen minutes. What were you DOING? What was I doing wrong? I have this sneaking feeling that you never even NOTICED the suit, that all that time I spent tying and retying the knot between my small boobs was for nothing.

Oh, never mind. Forget the pool thing. At least we had the Mo-ped Nights.

At least that small happy coincidence made it possible for me to spend some time with you. I’m sure when I’m grown up, I’ll look back on those blissful nights and be embarrassed about how contrived it all was. I mean, deep down, I know you only let me ride behind you because that was the only way you could ride my dad’s mo-ped without seeming like a jerk. But I don’t care right now. All I care about is that when we’re riding through the streets of our neighborhood, I can live my dream. The wind blows through my hair as we whiz down to the Back Bay and past your high school. I can pretend that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, and that someday soon we’ll be attending a dance together there, and all your friends will see me at your side.

Do you have any idea how glorious is to have my arms around your strong chest, my cheek against your back? I’m broadcasting all my love to you when we’re out riding together. My entire SOUL is singing you!!!! And when I’m clinging to you on the back of that mo-ped, our bodies are almost touching all the way, and I just wish for so much. And all of it revolves around you. Do you know how many times I’ve written, “Mrs. Rudy Bartucci?” At least a zillion times.

God, this is so pathetic. I think I have to MAKE myself close this letter.

If I did somehow get brave enough to give this to you and you’re reading this right now, do me a favor. Please don’t laugh. I don’t think I could take that. Just respect me enough to make up believable excuses about why you can’t go to the mall with me or whatever. For that matter, I don’t really want to have to talk to you if you don’t want me as your girlfriend. That would just be too embarrassing. So, you don’t really have to do ANYTHING if you don’t like me. Just pretend that I never said anything. Please. I’ll get over you someday, maybe.

And maybe someday, you’ll fondly remember the girl who lived (two weekends out of four) across the street and gazed with longing at you from behind the shutters, the girl who wanted so much to be Mrs. Rudy Bartucci.

All my love,
Katie

 

[Debbie]

For my Lit Lover

Dearest Mike,

Valentine's Day draws near. The time when couples all over the world make an extra effort to show their loved one what they mean to them. When I am with you everyday feels like Valentine's Day for me. I know how much I am loved when I see that special look in your eye and how your face softens when you think I cannot see you watching me.

When I feel down you are there, running me a bath with candlelight spreading a warm glow, foamy bubbles and relaxing water awaiting my tired body. You soothe my weary mind with your tender touch. Saying little but expressing so much.

When you are annoyed or frustrated I am there, a soft caress, a kind whispered word and a big hug. Letting you know we can always share.

I am the talker, you are the listener. It is easy for me to communicate, for you it is a battle. Your heart and your mind knows what you want to say but your lips remain still. Together we have learnt to make a great team. Our personalities are like chalk and cheese but we have developed a fantastic relationship by respecting each others character flaws.

I love to watch you sleep and to whisper to you all that you mean to me. You are my soulmate, my friend, my lover and most of all the man I love and desire.

We have had so many good times but the bad has been sent our way too. We have been challenged by our five years together, when I nearly lost you I thought my heart would break. When you were really sick I could only watch and pray. Sending you positive thoughts, I could not nor would I think negatively. I believed God had given us each other so that through our love we would grow old and be happy forever.


I will always remember watching you being wheeled into surgery, your face so pale.

"Walking away with tears in my eyes
We parted with no spoken goodbyes
I mouthed the precious words I love you
Our eyes met and your face said it too"

Leaving you and knowing I may never see you again was like someone had torn my heart out, ripped it in two and handed half back to me.

Walking back to the nurse's home a while later, taking a step at a time. I felt something pass through my body. A little chill but I wasn't alarmed. Was it you my love as they stopped your heart? Were you trying to make your presence known? I will never know but to this day I remember the peace that descended through me. I knew you were going to be ok.

You have brought so much in to my life. I met you at a time when I had been at my most vulnerable. I was a battered spirit encased in a bruised body. Bruises fade but some inner wounds never heal. Mike, my darling you treated me with kindness and patience. Your touch was very gentle, your movements slow. I could see the hurt in your eyes if I flinched. I trusted you but the habit was hard to break, waiting for the next blow. You have never raised a hand in anger to me or made me feel afraid of you. Instead I have smiled and laughed and giggled with you till my sides ached and I can't catch my breath.

You love me and my children, embracing them as your own.They call you Dad and you look so proud. When people ask how many kids you have, you say 6 and mean it. You never complain if you go without for any of them.

Our bodies fit so well when we curl up close, I love the smell of your skin. At night I sleep with my body embracing yours. I love to be close to you. Running my fingers through your long red hair.

I love you, Mike.

With all my




Debbie loves Mike

 

[TheDR4KE]

drake

And thee!

Perky

and also

U.P.

Regards,

me.

 

[Ded Poet]

.

 

[Whispersecret]

What an interesting exercise. I was telling U.P. how bittersweet it was trodding down the road of my youth.

Some comments and questions for some of my fellow letter-writers.

Savage Kitten, I liked your idea, but I was a little confused. Just how much time passed between their breakfast and his seeking her? Was it some sort of mythical thing where his whole life passed by in that restaurant? Or was she a figment of his imagination or lying to him about where she lived?

SA, just one thought/criticism. I hope the guy is planning to send it electronically, because a real letter would never get there before him if he's on the plane on his way to her. Otherwise, it's so perfect, I want to BE her. What I wouldn't give to be that much to a man.

Daughter, you're so adept at painting a picture of a close familiarity and comfort between two lovers. I admire your skill with that.

Ded Poet, great story. I got caught up in reading it, even if there were some missing line breaks. I did kinda wonder why, though, the guy felt this need to rehash their entire conversation when she would obviously know what she said because she was there...