I’m sitting here thinking about you like I do every day. I’m trying to concentrate, but these fantasies of you, hold me at bay. I’m imagining how great it would be if you gave yourself to me. I vow that I would willingly drown in this sea of ecstacy. I can feel your body pressed into mine, caught in a tempest of fire, enraptured by true love that’s so divine. I can feel your kisses on my neck, and the play of your fingers upon my chest, and I’m enchanted by the spell that you cast best. I can hear your sighs and the urgent beating of your heart, and I become undone, while in my fantasies so steamy and hot, we become one.
A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.