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Dear L, Hope things are glorious with you. It must be early morning there. I can picture you in your bed. Pure white comfy soft sheet wrapping your sexy body. I can see everything vividly. Your unshaved chin (I know you are lazy to shave. But it suits you well with the 3 day beard), your curly eye lashes, your soft thick lips, your pointed nose, your wavy messy hair and your breath. I’m drinking my coffee. Black as usual. Sans sugar and milk. Yours is usually with a dash of milk and some sugar. “You are such a brave man drinking it just black like that!” you said with a lovable disgusted face expression. I miss going to clubs with you. I’d rather dance with you than drinking in the bars. So then I can watch you wobbling your body and those awkward movements you do always fascinate me. Then I can touch you and hold you and give you a peck at the back of your neck. When it’s raining out there, we would be glued to that big red sofa munching snacks and some decent red wine while watching stupid comedy film. Naked with vanilla ice cream. We never finished the film as we were just busy messing with the ice cream and ourselves. Looking up the sky today, it was grey as usual. But it’s the colour of love. I seldom look up for ages. I always look down. I find this amazing. There are still hopes out there. Kiss of Life - Sade There must have been an angel by my side When I was led to you You gave me the kiss of life Wasn’t it clear from the start You gave me the kiss of life You gave me the kiss of life You gave me the kiss of life You wrapped me up in the color of love You gave me the kiss of life |
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