These, are words to an imaginary love, whom I met last night, in my sleep;
An extremely pretty bloke, with gentleness, modesty, taste, and feeling. Half the sum of attraction might have been enough for I had nothing else to do but the encounter of such lavish recommendations could not fail.
It would be difficult to say which had seen highest perfection in the other, or which had been the happiest, you in receiving my declarations and proposals, or me in having them accepted.
Your bodily blessings were my inspiration, and a reason for my motivation. Your firm footsteps seemingly rigorous yet sensual with an intense gaze.
Your enchanting beauty, and the sparkle in your alluring eyes, when you looked, not at me, but through me, and left me in nothing but a chokehold.
And when you held forth, in your cascading speech and laughter, I listened, and enjoyed it.
Meetings and phone conversations, are, have been, a state of gratification for me. It is my fervent hope, that it keeps that way…
To be continued.