All Dead Bones


Dear Sasha,

I miss you so much. I would love to hear your voice again. I don’t even remember when the last time I heard it. At least I still remember the sound of your voice. it’s like a soft wind under a quiet fall night skies. Can you smell fall right now? I wish you could. I wish a lot of things for you. I can’t wait to touch you again. Feel your soft warm skin against mine as we join bodies. I miss the whispers of your warm breath pouring over my skin as you explore my body. Oh, Sasha, I wish I could relive those days of pleasure. The freedom to explore on another until we revisit the roads of complete ecstasy. Something I wonder if you feel the same way from mile and miles away. I want to you kiss you until I can’t feel depressed anymore.




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For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.

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