Hi Derdypk, In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. I keep searching for you between the cushions. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me.
