Dearest Beloved,

You have no idea how much I miss you. I miss your smile, your face, your hands - whether they're crafting some new object or stroking me until I tremble.... I could fill volumes with what I love about you, but I'm sure you get the idea. I hope to be done here soon, after which I promise to take you on that vacation you've been anticipating.

And, re: what you had asked in your last letter - you're what keeps me going from day to day. Memories of you from years past. Memories of us together. Fantasies about what I'd like to do to you - or have you do to me. I must go over every minute detail of you daily in order to stay sane. How did I fall so completely in love so quickly or do you think it was a gradual process that crept up and ensnared me without my realization?

I can't help but think of your hands carding through my hair as we lay in bed, or your strong arms holding me close in slumber. Or, and this one always brings a smile to my mouth and a lightness to my heart, the way your supple lips curve around each of my fingers in turn as you begin to tease me into the sweetest ecstacy I have ever known.

I, sadly, am forced to quit at this juncture. So I am sending this to you as unfinished as it is, so that you'll know how much in love I am with you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.