A series of daily notes- from one soul to an other. We are stuff that dreams are made of. We come and go through many life times searching for the reason for existence, which is simply one word- "LOVE".
Monday, 5 March 2012
Csillag
-My deares Edes arany Viragom/Csillag
You know something, Suzie dearest? You are just about the most precious lizard that ever laid an egg! I thought I would let you know that, hmm? Even I get to feeling right amorous on occasion, and especially today, on account of a simply wonderful coincidence.
See, I spent a most pleasant afternoon wrapping something that will be put on a mule-train to Canada, tomorrow. For you, of course. And then your package arrived...brought `round by a certain old witch whom I have decided is being fed too well. That is neither here nor there...but that ravishing likeness of you just made my day...(picture I mean)
and then...it all made my day all over again when I placed you most prettily upon my alter, betwixt the moon and the sea and an ancient tree, while merrily sucking on Werther`s Original.
Like I said, dearest--that is what I call superior timing. I really do not deserve you. be that it may, my tail is superbly long and it knows not half my modesty. Why, back on the home world I could wrap myself up in it from top to bottom, all of seven layers deep! But now said tail is all for you--every last inch of it. And I will wrap it around you like...sin!
And on that pleasant thought
Indigo
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