Dear Stranger,
This is a letter to you. A letter that i don't want you to find. maybe later is when you find this letter. It is better that i spit all out cause by the end of the letter you may want to go out ,with me.
Perhaps it is an awakening call that calls me to talk to you through pen and paper. Or maybe just that you are leaving and I might not see you again. It's through my words I say my emotions out fully. Through this paper is where I believe some may call me a fool. Let me be a fool only because of you stranger. Perhaps let me face the danger yee stranger. Would i start by how much i like you or how we met.
The beginning is me to choose. And i choose to say first time i saw you, it was as if u were cutting me with a saw. Your words gave me a blow,for the sweetness in your words carried a venom that was killing me slowly. I worried i may not utter a word but at the end I uttered Hi back to you.Then at the back i sat listening to your voice. So sweet, so sexy ,so cute.Did i mention you too were sexy, you would think the angels had planed to sent one of their own to tore me apart. Angel.
Before i forget i never mentioned how your eyes looked. Stunning with beauty. To me i would write a story to them, for they seemed to like it when i say stories to them. They blink in slomo as i talk to them, they seem to respond to every word i say. Each day that I see them dear stranger my mind looses a bit and i feel a bit confused. Though i don't mind because you are in my mind. Let it be you who confuses me than alcohol in my brain.
Dear Stranger before I forget last night under the moonlight with the swaying of the leaves beside the stream in the centre of the trees,perhaps the mini forest We were free.Free from the world's mayhem, free from eyes of the eagles, free from the shouting crows, free from them all... All alone Stranger we spent time.Held hands,walked and strolled. Then how your eyes were in the dark. Sparkling more than the sun perhaps the stars. A ray illuminating direct into me. you Smiled as you looked down.
Were you shy?
Then the better part came dear Stranger.
I had always wanted to kiss those lips. Slowly we kissed. Those lips Daim!!! sweet More than berry. Perhaps cherry. Soft they were. I think am under a spell for all I do is think about them all day. How soft they are as they are on my lips. All night I will kiss them if you let me.
Stranger you are a kisser. A good kisser. Please stranger tell me when do I kiss you again. Perhaps its the way you kiss makes me go to a place further. That's why I say you are a stranger for I don't know you anymore for you made me insane with the kisses. I think of you all day.
Stranger what do I do? Stop thinking! That I can't avoid for all be a void; Empty.
Yours Faithfully
Secret Lover.
