A Letter to My Perfect Lover

I am so very sleepy, exhausted from this long and difficult day, but still I am craving you. It's not like craving sex in general. It's unlike anything I've experienced before. I don't know how to explain it. It's an emotion and a physical sensation as well. I'm aroused sure, but it feels different. And memories of you inside me, whispering dirty sweet, loving, wicked things to me... just keep looping through my head. The taste of your tongue. That feeling of desperately needed more of you. Like I've been dying of thirst and then the nectar from a billion honey suckles comes to me in a baby bottle that I am too weak to twist open and guzzle. Those moments when you kiss me so deep and hard that I can not make a sound and you simutaniously push as deep and hard as you can grinding against me. Painful ,but beautifully so. Muffling the sounds of sock and pain and pleasure as you grip me tighter, hold me down and so obviously delight in your compleat ownership of every aspect of my being in that moment. I so relish the way you relish my complete and total submission to your will.Taking controle of what my body does and what it feels, bringing me to the brink of ultimate physical pleasure and abruptly pulling it away again. As my mind reels in dazed confusion trying to reconnect with the rest of my consciousness from the singular mind that momentarily existed as nothing more than the recipient, the experiencer of sensation and pleasure. And you whisper, between simi-silent moans and barely audible primal growls from deep within your chest, "No, No, not yet, just stay with me just a little longer. Just stay right here in this feeling just another hour" and I whisper in reply, as my eyes roll, my back arches, my fingers grip your thick wavy hair and pull you closer, "Another hour, Another day, all of eternity". I can feel your climax. No, not the convulsing of your body or the tensing of your muscles. No, I can FEEL your orgasm. I swear I can. Differently then my own, but every bit as intense and satisfying. And when we cum together my soul seems to come crashing into my body from a million light years away in a joyous swirling hurcane of emotion and sensation, diving and crashing into my body and mind like the sensation of diving into cool water after walking miles and miles in the hottest days of the summer in the far far south, but amplified into a billion lifetimes worth of those unbelievably, supernaturally satisfying moments of absolute pure bliss. There is nothing in this world that I can compare to those nights with you. Nothing in this universe seems to share the slightest resemblance to the experiences that we have had together. I haven't the slightest chance, in this language or any other, in any art form with any medium, of conveying what it is like to be with you. The memory of those moments of joy can start to bring tears to my eyes, and we know how cold I can be and how hard it is, even when I am desperately trying, for me to feel so deeply like that at this point in my life. We both know that I don't cry, Well, not for anyone else.