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I am completely creeped out by this guy Abel at my work. Today he slipped me a letter he wrote me at 6am this morning:
"So my sweet Tiana,
It is six in the devilish morning and my heart pounds like a deisel engine; hungry for fuel and speed... a momentum that only you (involuntarily) can take credit for. A special charm. What a humble innuendo!; unnatainable sonata of the flesh!... a place for my lust to rest in a secret cave for lovers.That is missing an essential half...If I could only untangle this evil thread, if I could only approach you without touching your sacred geography. If I could only be that good of a predator; not in search of an easy pray but ready for a redeeming skin, bursting with the ambrosia of youth and curiosity. You have moved the core of me, and I have been a coward, a conventional lad, unable to bread with this barricade of feelings the wall fo subtle sympathy that places us apart. But it is in the light contactin the careless phrase where I send you my devotion and my self respect for your gentle ways. It is my desire for your ethereal skin where humbly resides our connection. Time will tell if our story; perhaps apart or in a benefic coincidence will happily draw to an eternal beginning, to a simple beach drawing the foaming line of our clear sympathy; but just so you know I have certainly arrived and dilligently started to set an intimate perimeter, just in case that my fantasy is yours as well...
from a safe but loving distance,
Abel.."
"So my sweet Tiana,
It is six in the devilish morning and my heart pounds like a deisel engine; hungry for fuel and speed... a momentum that only you (involuntarily) can take credit for. A special charm. What a humble innuendo!; unnatainable sonata of the flesh!... a place for my lust to rest in a secret cave for lovers.That is missing an essential half...If I could only untangle this evil thread, if I could only approach you without touching your sacred geography. If I could only be that good of a predator; not in search of an easy pray but ready for a redeeming skin, bursting with the ambrosia of youth and curiosity. You have moved the core of me, and I have been a coward, a conventional lad, unable to bread with this barricade of feelings the wall fo subtle sympathy that places us apart. But it is in the light contactin the careless phrase where I send you my devotion and my self respect for your gentle ways. It is my desire for your ethereal skin where humbly resides our connection. Time will tell if our story; perhaps apart or in a benefic coincidence will happily draw to an eternal beginning, to a simple beach drawing the foaming line of our clear sympathy; but just so you know I have certainly arrived and dilligently started to set an intimate perimeter, just in case that my fantasy is yours as well...
from a safe but loving distance,
Abel.."