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My dearest Birdie,
It has been nearly a fortnight since I left your presence and I find myself desperate for your incandescent being. My nights are spent languishing in my modest camp, dreaming of embracing your soft figure, my digits entangled in the maelstrom of your hair. Between the cacophony of evening creatures, I catch at the dulcet tones of your voice whispering delicious promises and praises into my unworthy ears.
I ardently desire to return to your arms before the cycle ends, sweet bird, and I assure you that I will spend every moment of my recrudescence worshipping that which I treasure above all.
My lips will find yours and savor the ambrosial delight in tangling together as I remove all barriers between us. These world-weary hands will caress each inch of yielding flesh, taking special care to seek out the places I know please you most, before I take to my knees. I will put this vagabond tongue to use upon your flower, sweet Birdie, for my tongue well remembers how you taste; the nectar of your pleasure as quenching as a rainstorm in the driest of deserts.There I will tarry until I have brought true delectation to you, your cries like symphonies.
I will spread you out upon our bed, a goddess among mortals, and graze upon you with eyes, hands, and tongue until you cry out for my cock. Then I will join myself to you, filling you as deeply as one soul can, embedding myself within you until you sing with delight, until I reach the very precipice of desire and topple over its edge.
These are the images that sustain me in my nomadic reclusiveness, daydreams of your hands wrapped within my own, of your heartbeat, of your whispered affections. My physical being may be searching for gems, but my soul searches only for my bird, my truest treasure.
This wayward pilgrim will return to your arms in due course. Until that day, that hour, that minute, know that my every reflection is of you.
Love Eternally,
Ezra