The Letter

My Dear Beloved Lover,

Indeed I do miss you, in every imaginable way, the kissing... I mean the very intense kissing, holding you tight in my arms, in the near future I know things will get better. But for now my lover please read my passionate words and hold on to each one. For the moments that I am not with you, I write you this "strawberry letter."

You may ask why a strawberry letter? Well my dear strawberries are a fruit of passion. If you look at it closely, this succulent fruit resembles a heart. Therefore a strawberry letter is certainly from my heart, especially when I write about our passion, the love we share and oh my God the love that we have shared, which becomes so edible, so much better.

At this very moment I am sitting in my bathrobe, I just finished taking a very hot and steamy shower. And I am thinking about those times when I come out of the shower and you would begin putting oil on me. Oh I can see your face now, blushing, feelings rushing. You love to message my body… Don’t you? You would stimulate my body for hours...

You know what else a strawberry resembles my lover? If you look at it again, it looks like the curvaceous outline of your body, your cleavage and your hips. I hope you are alone as you read this letter, because further reading of this letter can have a sudden toll, one I am sure you will read over and over.

If you pick the right size strawberry it will resemble me, you know the part of me that you find so edible, so juicy, so ripe and full, so the next time you have a basket of strawberries, make sure you pick the one that resembles me. The one the you will lick, suck and bite gently into... Oh! How I miss the moments of loving you. How you would take oil in your hands, rub it together until its nice and hot, and then you grab me between my legs, baby touching me there just right. Then you begin to stroke me so easily, until I become fully ripe just for your edible delight.

When you whip for the cream, oh you take it nice and slow, well I will say this before I have to explode, I cant wait until we see each other again, but while I am sitting here in my robe writing you this letter, just to let you know, that just thinking about making love to you I really have to go. Because baby I am throbbing so much I am about to implode...

So have this strawberry letter to read over and over, til we meet to mix strawberries and cream together... I leave you a hint, in this strawberry letter.

Sincerely yours,
Amir Timur