It's dangerous. I get so excited I feel like a kid with raging hormones and puberty stricken thoughts You are so tender and fresh alive with energy and laughter you spoil me with words you tease me with silence you smile and I feel the glow short of breath i whisper and you nervous and tense shrouded in thoughts those of which you have never had before encompass and soothe and strangely make you ache and crave i embarrass and delight you i feel how much i want you coming out in my wordsthatyouthinkareharsh breath i ask and you reply no no don't stop I devour this and i want more... we talk and like you are prepping for an exam you prod me for questioning i will answer i will tell you anything i have always been this way since i have become me you ask and i detail... I blunder for this is not what you want i try i want to see you SEE as in , feel, taste, smell, experience you i want all of my senses to enjoy you i know that they will i sigh frequently you quell my stress you make me forget it seems like the start of a wonderful friendship or maybe more a fantasy Spring Break - Rite of Passage? Interesting I pressure you I always do sigh I wonder if this is what makes my relationships fall like the answer that you wanted? I look at you as i write i try to look past the fake glitz of the school picture the senior picture the grand daddy the dress the jewelry i delve deeper the skin i want to touch and smell and taste with my tongue you told me you like wet kisses i just like it wet there is so much to say your hair cascades red i imagine, like the dress... your lips your eyes i look deep into i try to feel what you felt then for that moment i stop sigh i have decided that for you and me i will just be me myself no holds barred we owe each other nothing so lets be us... no barriers...no hidden thoughts i wander again i wonder if this may shock you into submission i get frightened i do not wish to loose the most or at least one of the most significant things in my life right now i will gamble of course i always hate trying to be something i am not. after the first letter i knew i could be me for you 7:40pm 2/27/95