“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.” – Kurt Vonnegut
I know you are afraid, my beautiful, beautiful angel.
Afraid to test your wings.
You have never used them, but you know deep down inside that you must try to fly. You know you need to soar. You can feel it, can’t you?
You know that you were given wings for a reason, yet here you are, a grown, strong, and formidable woman, just countless memories of you, circling around on the ground, none of those memories really worth remembering because you didn’t feel like you instinctively knew was possible. It feels like you are now just walking around looking upward into the sky, wishing you had that courage to walk over to that cliff and just test your ability to glide and be free.
It is there, and it eats at you when you think about it.
But recently, something has changed, hasn’t it? Something very, very exciting. Something that has you wet, right now, at the very moment your eyes move from left to right, down the page.
I know how you feel, angel. I happen to be experiencing the same excitement.
You see, there is this girl…
Reciprocation beyond my wildest hopes. Total vulnerability in nanoseconds and here I am writing a love letter to her and counting down the days until I am holding her, smelling her hair, laying her down, and filling her void, emotionally, mentally, and literally.
She is everything I have ever found worthy in another human being.
Pure as the white snow in her heart. Rich as dark chocolate in her mind. Soft as a down pillow in her body. And striking like California gold in her aesthetics.
She makes me melt like butter when she just says something as simple as “Hi baby” and makes me physically shiver when she begs me to allow her to cum.
She makes dance inside my heart. As I type, I am numb because I am so full of her, as if I am a container and thoughts of her fill me up and I spilling out everywhere, but I am still so thirsty for more thoughts.
She is going to see what I am made out of. What I am really, really made out of. You see, one interesting thing about me that you never know until you see it, is that I always rise to the occasion.
I will make you feel at home – I have no do doubt. I will make you feel safe – I have no doubt there either. When I hold you, you will feel my heart. When I kiss you, you will know my passion is real and intense.
When you submit. When you are ready to fly. When you are ready to soar and glide freely, come take my hand and let me lead you to the edge and know I will be here to guide you with strength and a firm yet soft heart.
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