Aww, Ms. Beautiful,
You are such an angel.  God must have been sleeping letting you sneak out of Heavens’ gate. 
It is Sunday morning and we have already touched base.  I have been sleeping much better and deeper since starting to talk to you.  We tickle each other’s fancy and provide nourishment on another level.  I love that.

Thanks for listening closely when I’m quiet.  Thanks for talking gently.  I look forward to connecting textually each morning.  It’s nice waking up with a huge grin on my face.

It feels reckless of me to jump at the pile of reassurances and openness.  That steady hand of yours though soothes my soul.  I feel none of my deliberate hits will knock you from that seat.

You are my copilot.  We are on a mission to bolster each other’s quest for softness.  We breathe through trembling hands to paint rays of light across lightly accented shades of blueness.  We comfort each other’s lingering mind.  It’s very appropriate, I’ve learned to adapt to the world’s new dating scene and not let peering eyes spook us.   

Direct eye contact, yet to be had, will be surreal I feel.  Actually supporting the full weight of your chest on mine while we kiss, I look forward to that.  Our hands intertwined, I’ll just imagine how great that will be.You kissing my nose while cradling my cheeks will have me feeling extra safe. 

Beautiful poetry scribed by Hercules and Hamlet will kiss our feet.  I knew just holding my jewels a bit longer would result in mass affection and actual conversations renewing smoothness.

I am inspired to paint pictures of beautiful lakes by swings tied to the top branches of trees.  I’ll start researching past dated books and manuals to compose beautiful works.  I’ll do that too.  It is a cool morning this morning and I look at my hands only to see what I’m working with.

Beautifully composed words that grow in our hearts will start a series of collapsing obstacles in our lives.  Just to talk it out, I’ll give 100 percent of my able bodied energy!