Letter to my fiancee.
When I close my eyes I feel your touch down my Spine, your cool but warm touch keeps my pulse active like a volcanic eruption. Your voice sound like the nightingale that sings for the dwellings of the rivers. The modulation of your voice resonate like the sound of the end of time from the Angels of Zion. Your beauty is an example of what beauty truly is, even Aphrodite the goddess of beauty is surprise of your beauty. Your expression of anger should be an imitation of all feminine gender.
Each time I think about you I get the satisfaction of a cum that never ends. When I look at you, I see the sunset in the horizon in your eyes. Your skin is like river waters, the hairs on them are like waves in the sea, when I caress you it feels like the waves are splashing on my face. Your breast is like that of Gaya the mother earth, when I touch them I feel like I have been struck with a thousand volt of electricity, every nerve in my body resonates in response to our caress.
You are like the gift of breath to me, the only substance of my existence. The thought of being without you causes chaos to my existence. Living without your thoughts in my head is a life not worth living. I fantasizes everyday of my life since I meet you, fantasies of the children we will have, how good we will be to each other, how we will live together till death do us part, how we will teach our children the good and bad in life, how we will make so much money together and how we will love each other for ever.
I can’t rest or think if not of you or about you. I look at myself in the mirror it is your face I see giving me those smiles that makes me feel like the first man in the first world with the first woman. All through my life I always had this pain in my rib cage, I never knew the cause on till now; something was missing there and now I have seen it. Like the electric wire has two wires in it to complete the flow of electricity so you have completed me.
When you kiss me, I lose 100 calories instead of 2. When I think of you and sleep, I sleep like a soaked up swollen water log, damp and heavy. Your breath smells like strawberry and cheese, your poetic curve is the first of it’s kind. The rhythmic rattling of you waist connote the Indian bells and Raffias of the Zulu dancers. Your legs are straight and thick, seeing them on motion triggers me to action. Your lips are soft and succulent like jelly, sweet like honey mixed with tiger nut juice, with a lasting test and smell of lime and pineapple juiced. Seeing you naked gives me sexual satisfaction, it ignite my lower and upper brain and put them in battle of the fittest.
Every face of any woman I see, I see the reflection of you. There is no where for me to go, no happiness or life that I need again because I have all I ever needed form a woman in you. I am not confuse on what tomorrow holds for us because that tomorrow is now. The cloud, wind, day, night and birds are my reminder of how u complete me. As St Valentine secretly joined lovers together for loving themselves no matter the consequences, so shall we love each other for life if you accept my proposal…. Halima will you be my wife?
©Sampson Kelvin Melvin