My Dearest Mordecai-
It has been ages since we last held a decent conversation. I think about our day in the park and the scar on my lower arm and the whipped cream and the feeling of you around me and on top of me and beside me. Your aura, your interests, the shape of your face, the way you wore your sunglasses, the want I want from you that I did want from you from the very beginning in the cave in the rock a hundred miles from here. In that night, I thought for sure you would never want a vixen, a slut. That first night, I felt something, but I didn't know.
You are my gothic beauty, my dark shining knight. I embrace you in my mind and my heart. I give you everything that I can inside. You are the thought that wakes me from my nightmare-sleep and keeps me warm when I am utterly alone. You are the memory that warms the insides of my thighs and makes me squirm in my seat at various inopportune times. You are the angel, the only gift that ever had faith in me and gave me any faith in myself and who I am. You hold me strongly, but now I feel your hands falter.
I will not ask you to wait for me, but I will come back.
-Only Your Seraiah
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