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Mona Wales, Morgan Rain Pic(s)
The pen glided across the creamy, textured paper, its smooth tip leaving a trail of dark, looping ink that felt like a caress given form. Each curve of a letter was a deliberate, slow motion, a whisper of graphite and intention that made my skin prickle with anticipation. I imagined you finding this, your fingers brushing agat the page, feeling the faint, tactile evidence of my presence long before your eyes absorbed the words. The scent of my perfume, something deep and floral with a hint of vanilla, clung to the stationary, a ghost of me waiting to embrace you. My thoughts drifted to the warmth of your hand on the small of my back, the memory so vivid I could almost feel the pressure and the heat seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. I wrote of the way the afternoon light had caught the dust motes dancing around us, turning the ordinary room into a sacred, golden space where only we existed. The sentence I was crafting spoke not of mundane things, but of the secret language of a lingering glance and the unspoken promise held within a shared, breathless silence. A soft, private smile touched my lips as I described the phantom sensation of your breath agat my neck, a prelude to a kiss that this letter would hopefully summon you to deliver. This was not just writing; it was an invocation, a spell woven from memory and desire, sent to bridge the distance until I could feel the real, solid truth of you again.
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