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Click hereThis morning brought exquisite mail.
I sensed its contents,
And retired again to bed.
I closed my eyes.
I held the package tightly, to my heart,
And drew it slowly down, toward my groin.
And there, for some moments,
I let it rest.
I fumbled in the darkness.
Peeling away the cover.
Unseeing.
Lost to touch.
My fingers found your secret.
My hand drew forth your gift.
I touched its texture,gently,
To my swelling parts.
And there, for some moments,
I let it rest.
Its journey now complete.
From 'intimate' you, direct, to 'intimate' me.
Connecting us, over time and space.
With still closed eyes,
I brought them to my face,
Breathing your 'intimate' scent, into my lungs.
Kissing the fabric, through surrendering lips.
Tasting your 'intimacy', on my tongue.
Oh how I love you.
How I love you.
With open eyes, I watch
The butterflies rise up, and fill the air.
This poem has a good idea with opening erotic mail from a long distant lover, but it fell short with your lack of editing. Watch your word choices and repetion of them. For instance, 'eyes' and 'intimate'.