Dear _____, I'm lost to the canyon between your thighs. As your fingers trail to my ________, there's no time to waste. ________ has us tied in knots. Your lips find the swell of my _____________, exciting a deep, unquenchable ache. I'm drawn to you by _________ unseen, a fire that will not break. Your fingers trail along my ___________, delicate and soft; while _____ lips paint a red flame on my _________. Together we begin the climb, our bodies glistening with passion's tears, our muscles __________, _______ enough to sear the Pulsing swell of tight skin. Love, ________