Shamrock Tea

by I Write Tragedies

DTSF. [Before I begin, I feel it imperative to tell you that it matters not who I am or to whom these letters were written.]

4. Scarlet

Shamrock Tea

Letter Four: Scarlet

To your innocent way of showing me you care,

Even now I find myself in your presence under the darkness of the indigo night sky and brightness of the pallid moon. I remember your paintings, drawings, sketches, uncompleted poems, the things that you let me see that no one else will ever have the pleasure of experiencing. I sit beside you and feel the breeze blowing across the tranquil lake water. You innocently lay your head on my shoulder and I feel myself go weak. My tongue could easily betray me and confess to you things I silently confess to in the dark when I lay awake, listening to you breathing in the bed next to mine as my hand slips into my pyjamas and I take myself into my hand. I want to tell you that you are a genius and that I love you and that your scent intoxicates me. I want to touch your cheek and kiss your lips. I want to blush scarlet as you look steadily into my eyes as you take me into your mouth. I want to wake up lying naked in the dewy grass with you by my side. I want to nuzzle up against you and feel you react to me. I want to spend eternity in your arms, but you will never let me.