An indelible afternoon shattered by the stars of both screen and sky. The fractals in your eyes coruscate in the dim light of the firmament. I can remember our every moment. The details fresh in my mind of our edacious meal. Not even the police can contain our rapture. I feel like the naked man seated atop Rodin’s Gates of Hell, thinking, with chin upon fist… Dreaming. This fertile thought slowly elaborates within my brain and I cease being a dreamer and become a creator. I create the thoughts and in turn the thoughts create my actions, my actions create your emotions, your emotions create my emotions, my emotions govern my thoughts and I am spinning within our nascent lust… around and around like you, my butterfly with butterflies… my inamorata. Which of these thoughts will turn to action this week? So many dreams, so many emotions, so little perspicacity, so little satisfaction. Have you seen anything like me? I can make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn’t do.
A billet-doux from me to you
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