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My love! I really miss you. Missed you in everything. I missed you! My love.
I miss you! My love. I think of your eyes, bright and moving; your nose, petite and delicate; and your lips, so red that I can’t help but want to kiss it with a single bite.
I kissed your lips, a deep kiss that seemed to speak of the hurt of parting. My tongue gently pried open your small shell teeth, and your tongue caressed each other, as if to tell how I miss you. Tasting your sweet liquid, smooth and sweet, but also soothed my thoughts of the heart.
I stroked your hair, and held your little ear mussels, and told you how much I missed you; licked and kissed your neck, and nibbled on your shoulders, and your hugs, and told me how much you thought of me, too.
I ran my hands over your breasts, how round and full they were; but something seemed to be missing, and you told me it was my love. I took the little pearl, nibbled and licked it, and you told me in a trembling voice that it would always be mine. Ah! The world was awake and I was drunk, drunk to death on those cotton-like breasts, leaving only my palm prints and hickeys.
Sliding over your waist, ah! You’ve lost weight; you say it’s because you miss me, and it makes my heart ache. The silky belly has always been my favorite; my face gently rubbed, you told me with a smile, my beard is so solid Oh!
You said you are tired, let me give you a massage; reverse your body suddenly feel a light in the eyes, so beautiful. Jade-like back, high buttocks, long legs; a jade body, a good picture of the Venus Goddess elephant. I gently rubbed your back, slowly pressed your buttocks; even my kiss, do not dare too much, for fear of staining this beautiful painting.
Touching and kissing your high hips, your crystalline legs; I say it’s getting firm, you say it’s for me.
Ah! There is no greater bliss in life. My lips, my tongue, wandering between your legs. You had said that you hated your round toes, I said I loved them; and I got the greatest encouragement from holding your toes and listening to your murmurs.
Looking at your luxuriant grass, I said, it has not been repaired for a long time, you told me it was left for me. Pushing your legs apart, I smelled the familiar scent, the aroma was refreshing; you asked me what the smell was. I said it was the smell of my love.
Licking and sliding through the thin slits of slightly oozing water, searching for the tiny, unbloomed buds; you are obsessed with my movements, and you grip me tightly and won’t let go. Tasting the unending, fragrant, delicious juice, you say it’s because you love me.
Eyeing your confused look, I knew it was time. Embracing you gently, slowly entering you, you surrounded me with your tenderness; a long sigh that spoke of your contentment.
A rapture, an endless Mercedes, my excitement makes you tremble even more. I say I give you my all, you say you receive with tenderness. Ah! What a pair we are made for each other!
You’re always so charming after a passionate moment, and you say it feels better than it did then.
For a moment I thought that loving someone is something that can definitely last forever.
I want us to be old, when our hair is gray, when our faces are wrinkled, and we still love each other deeply, holding hands, whispering softly, taking walks together, watching the sunset together, saying I love you together. I want to hug you, I want to touch you, and it will still be the same in old age. You gently stroked my back, and so we both fell into a deep sleep.