I have written you a love letter, or two or three. Sometimes several are written in a day. Dozens more are drafted in my mind but never make it to the screen.
I write love letters to you about how I see your beauty. A smile that lights up my world, eyes that are but glorious pools to fall into, hair that is so sensual are just the start of what I see. The curves of your body from your perfect breasts to the luscious swell of your hips and the gorgeous behind that catches my eye whenever you leave the room endear you to my eyes. Then those spectacular legs of yours, with those two slender thighs that lead to such wondrous calves just take my breath away.
I also write love letters to you about who you are. A brave and adventuresome woman who has the courage of a lioness. Yet also has intelligence and wit to engage in discussion on nearly any topic. And your greatest asset, a sense of humor that knows no bounds.
I seldom write of it, but often hint at this part of love, for you are a lady of class and distinction, but a passionate woman through and through. A lover who gives as good as she takes and desires to grow as a lover each and every day.
I know that love burst forth from my heart onto the screen in words and phrases that sometimes sing. Some are corny, some are sweet, some times they bring tears to the eyes and sometimes those eyes just roll, yet always they are sincere. For I've written a love letter again.