Dear _____, We were lying on the beach, staring at the stars. I felt your hand on my ___________. Slowly, you began to ________ me, working your magic along my _________, down to my _________, and even lower to my _____________. I closed my eyes and blocked out everything except your ___________ touch. I imagined how great it would feel if ______ was buried deep inside __________ __________. As you moved to ___________ me, I opened my eyes and stared in your _______ eyes. The passion I saw there only serving to arouse me further. I was on fire fire as you ___________ me. I closed my eyes as your lips met mine. At last we were ____________. Love, ________