To my beloved
To my beloved,
While the time is very near that I will once again bask in your warm embrace, the passage of time is merciless with its slow and plodding pace. I am left longing for that moment that we will be so joyfully reunited. That brief moment that we spent together Saturday night was a pitiful tease, so unsatisfying, and unfulfilling. The thought that our next encounter will allow us the time to revel in our closeness is truly invigorating. I will again be able to smell the scent of your Downey fresh sheets. I will rest my head gently between your soft and fluffy pillows. I will immerse myself in the warmth of your blankets. A fullness of Joy will be mine once again.
Throughout these times of prolonged separation your constant support and the firmness of your commitment to my comfort and contentment have made the days bearable. The softness of your sheets, the warmth of your comforter, and the gentle press of your pillows against my cheek makes my nights a true glimpse of heaven. How quickly the hours pass as night turns to day and the approach of the hour of our inevitable separation hastens. Days are filled with the seemingly endless hours that mock my longings for your touch. But as sure as day follows night, the assurance that night will come again sustains me through the slow passage of the hours of our separation. I ponder what you must be feeling as your sheets, so tightly tucked in, go cold, and your blankets, comforter, and pillows, so neatly arrayed, bear witness of my absence. Does your longing for the warmth of my body mirror my longing for the touch of your 100% Egyptian cotton 1200 thread per inch sheets?
Others may scoff at my fond affections for you. They mock these longings that torture my soul. I am unfazed by their taunts. What the world sees as yawns are in reality silent shouts of declaration of my continuing need for your fond embrace. Your Posturepedic extra-firm mattress with one and half inches of plush and luxurious quilted padding will forever leave it’s mark in heart and on that side of my body on which I sleep. I remain lovingly and longingly
Forever yours,
Terry