My Exquisite Beauty, 

I would first love to remark about the tension of this time apart. How delicious and tenuous, how excruciating it has been. I would like to confess all the ways I've felt your hands reaching across dimensions to find me, to touch me. The way your warmth materializes on my breasts, my cheeks, seductively caressing my lips. The way energetic tendrils of your delicate fingers delight in the wetness of my sex. 

This etheric dance electrifies me, yes. But oh how I miss the pressure of your form against mine. The full weight of you pinning me down after a playful tussle and fight. My exquisite feline lover, how I long to roar and spar with you again. To be once again dominated in the way that only you can conquer me. Spilling the nectar of your loins all over my thighs, as you wrap yours around me, subduing my coy yet insolent rebellion. Knowing that I let you take me down, that I want you to. 

I long for the way you open me ceremoniously and without hesitation. For how I melt at the first note of your voice, as it lands so sweetly upon my ears. The way the pulse of your longing beckons me to follow you across all space and time, through endless lifetimes, and world within worlds. 

It is both comforting and maddening this indestructible thread between us. The incessant need to feel you inside of me is mystifying for its profundity. That it is born of both the desire to bring you here now, and of the undeniable truth that you are always with me, no matter how far away you may be.  

Eternally yours, 

Angeline

Your seduction is exquisite

the way your mystery

penetrates me

leaving me 

enamored

hypnotized

writhing 

in antiipation

waiting 

to feel your hands

against my throat 

your tongue 

once again dancing 

with mine

“Oh dear” She said. “How will we ever get down from here?”  

I assume that she must be referring to the high horses we’ve been on lately. That holier than thou bullshit that inundates and finds its way into every damn nook and cranny of existence. Like I really thought we got away from all that mess with this whole ‘spiritual revolution’. Turns out that it doesn’t matter what the belief is, once it’s institutionalized, it stagnates and tries to suffocate you.  

Like concrete shoes is the dogma that people so lovingly carry around like trophies these days. Woo woo this, and woo woo that. Love and light for all and justice for none they seem to be saying. Believe what I believe or you are doomed for an eternity of hell. Can’t anyone else see what the matter is with all of it?  

I’m not sure what it is that you mean by God, but the God I know is not the one you’ve been talking about. Jesus is my homie too by the way. He just laughed when you said that thing you said about him. It’s just not even true. Like not even fucking close. So how will we ever get down from here? That’s a very good question. The good news is if you ask the right questions, you can finally get the right answers.