They are laying themselves open to rejection, ridicule or an angry retort. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes. You are mine, darling, mine! I love you.

It is said that you are in love if that person is the first thought in the morning and the last before you rest. I subscribe to this totally and the lost romantic art of Love Letters, so this is mine:. As I wake up. I feel your body against mine.

T hey say the art of letter writing is dead. Thankfully, love letters will never go out of style. Still in style. Are you in? Here we go.