Dear Ty,

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Sometimes thoughts of you catch me off guard.. Like when I layed in my bed alone and awake. I wondered what it would be like to have you here next to me, an arm slung loosely but possessively accross my hip. The warm feel of your fingertips teasing the edge of my nightgown to tell me you are not yet ready to sleep. I've often wished I could know what you would do in these situations.

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Would you tug me gently towards you until our bodies are pressed against each other? Would you take my mouth possessively and erase all doubt from my mind what it is you want? Would you run your hand gently along  my sensitive skin until I couldn't hold back and and reached for you myself? Are you patient or do you go after what you want? Would you want me?
 

I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that after falling asleep pondering these things that I would have dreams about you. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say I woke up reaching for you and found only an empty bed and the strong desire for my Rabbit.
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The benefit of my solitude is that it affords me the opportunity to indulge in my fantasies-tu-jour without the worry of getting caught.
 

I don't know if you will ever know how I feel. Perhaps this will be the letter that I finally  send or perhaps it will join the others in my recycling. I've lost count of how many letters I've written before without the intention of actually sending them.

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I wonder when I will see you again. The city never seems bigger than when I haven't seen you in a while. It seems silly but I feel a little lost or like my routine is off when a week goes by without you. Even though our contact is so mundane and brief it's become somewhat regular and I depend on it.
 

Someone told me you have not been feeling well lately I had to hold myself down from exploding with questions-are you alright? What do you have have? Have you seen a doctor? Do you need someone to take care of you? Of course it would be silly for me to ask these. Sure, some concern is concern is normal but this may give me away. After all I'm hardly close enough to be more than an acquaintance.

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I wish I could get to know you better.. to see if those lips are really as soft as they look.. or if the side of your neck, just below your ear, is ticklish.. or if you get delightful shivers like I do. In my imagination you do... and when I lightly kiss you there in your sleep you instinctively pull me in against you. One day maybe I'll be brave enough to ask you to drinks with me. Until then I hope you feel better.

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Sincerely yours...