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My adorable and beloved Frances,

Seven miles is not very far ordinarily, nor seven hours very long, but when they lie between us they seem multipled by infinity.

My heart is swollen with longing for you, and my mind is filled with your fragile and iridescent image.  There is a silver echo of your voice in my ears, and my body tingles at the remembered flame of yours.

For some reason, God has seen fit to grant me the woman of all women; the always and hitherto intagible, unattainable idea of every poet’s dream and every man’s desire.  You are eternal youth and truth, tenderness and passion and bright beauty that at once pierces and eases the heart.

You are the vision that for a million years has drawn man up from the beast, and suddenly the vision is incarnate, and in my arms.

You are my light and air, my food and drink, my very inmost life.  I worship and adore you through all the eternities.

– Ogden

(Ogden Nash, 1902-1971).  To Frances Lonard, July 29, 1931.


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Kisses in a box

Christ Church, Oxford, October 28, 1876

My Dearest Gertrude:

You will be sorry, and surprised, and puzzled, to hear what a queer illness I have had ever since you went. I sent for the doctor, and said, “Give me some medicine. for I’m tired.” He said, “Nonsense and stuff! You don’t want medicine: go to bed!”

I said, “No; it isn’t the sort of tiredness that wants bed. I’m tired in the face.” He looked a little grave, and said, “Oh, it’s your nose that’s tired: a person often talks too much when he thinks he knows a great deal.” I said, “No, it isn’t the nose. Perhaps it’s the hair.” Then he looked rather grave, and said, “Now I understand: you’ve been playing too many hairs on the pianoforte.”

“No, indeed I haven’t!” I said, “and it isn’t exactly the hair: it’s more about the nose and chin.” Then he looked a good deal graver, and said, “Have you been walking much on your chin lately?” I said, “No.” “Well!” he said, “it puzzles me very much.

Do you think it’s in the lips?” “Of course!” I said. “That’s exactly what it is!”

Then he looked very grave indeed, and said, “I think you must have been giving too many kisses.” “Well,” I said, “I did give one kiss to a baby child, a little friend of mine.”

“Think again,” he said; “are you sure it was only one?” I thought again, and said, “Perhaps it was eleven times.” Then the doctor said, “You must not give her any more till your lips are quite rested again.” “But what am I to do?” I said, “because you see, I owe her a hundred and eighty-two more.” Then he looked so grave that tears ran down his cheeks, and he said, “You may send them to her in a box.”

Then I remembered a little box that I once bought at Dover, and thought I would someday give it to some little girl or other. So I have packed them all in it very carefully. Tell me if they come safe or if any are lost on the way.”

Lewis Carroll

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August 15, 1846

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge  you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports… When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

Gustave Flaubert

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From what we know and can comprehend, we travel through life only once and can only make one set of choices.   To be absolutely sure in our decisions is impossible because by living only one life, we can not compare it to our previous life, or perfect it in a life to come.  Nothing returns, moments disappear, the weight and significance of our choices fade.  And yet, your appearance, your presence and your promise makes me quite sure that I don’t need a dress rehearsal.

I miss you.  I want to be with you and hold you and be held.  I want to cup your cheeks in my hands and look into your beautiful brown eyes across the table in a restaurant.   I long to feel the soft tenderness of your kisses by day and the sensual passion of your kisses by night.  I want to show you my tender affection in everyday things, holding hands, walking, listening to music, dancing, making decisions, eating, watching movies, driving…

We deserve it all.  Romance, passion, attention, comfort, safety, security.  Happy hearts overflown with love.  We have been brought together at this time in our lives for something very special.  We will explore what life has in store for us for the rest of our days together.

Your words…  “I cant wait to see you again, I will cover you in kisses and caricias y cariños, I will touch every part of your body and watch and feel more than that, I will talk to you how I like, whispering close to your ear, YOU MADE LIKE THIS, after you I´m not the same.”

You know exactly what I want and what I need.  What turns me on.   What excites me. What makes me shake.  What makes me lose my breath.  What intensifies my desires. What you can do to me, with your words alone… a whispered term of endearment, a flirtatious phrase, a secret suggestion, a cry of passion–your words are the most intimate gifts that you have given me.

And oh, your mouth, so provocative.  It is my most complete source of my fulfillment. It’s sensual power to arouse my desire that makes me want to love you tenderly and with fire.   Your voice, soft and low in my ear, is an aphrodisiacs that dissolves me into ecstasy.  The things you say…  stimulate my mind and sends shivers of sensual delight through my entire body. You have the power to relax me, invigorate me, ignite my imagination, make me feel things so deep. Our words make tangible the unspoken ache in our bodies and yearning in our hearts.

And then the moments when the quality of our desires are more delicate or playful or tender, when we feel the deep appreciation for the pleasure we bring to each other’s life.  This is profound… the kind of passionate bond that lasts a lifetime…

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Two Souls…

My Dearest,

When two souls, which have sought each other for,
however long in the throng, have finally found each other
…a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are…
begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love,…
a religion, which defies the loved one,
whose life comes from devotion and passion,
and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me…
Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels;
but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.

Yours forever,
Victor Hugo

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Tanto Cosi

I had a great week as you know, many ideas, many problems to fix, many thoughts, many pieces of happiness, many reflections, some of them very interesting and others not so, new plans, new music, new ways, new people,  new problems to face up, new situations, old situations, I can keep going with this but at the end walking in circles. There’s one thing that I realize in our last phone call: I miss you.

What, why, how, important questions, when and where could be irrelevant.

What:  Your smile, high and low sounds, some of them express tenderness and others security about your self. Your voice, the difference between you talks to me, to your family, your friends. Your gestures, manners, your hands in your mouth, the way you seat in front the computer, the way you drive, the way you sleep.  The way you touch me, the way you sigh when I hold you, the way you looking at me, the way talk to me, the way you seduce me, the sounds you make when I make you love, how you breath when we are kissing each other, how happy you are when you realize that I’m going to kiss below your belly, mmmh the things you say and how you say it, your mouth, your lips, your eyes, your  hair, your neck, your arms, your feet, your legs, your back, your front, your skin, your smell, your breathe, your warm body, our showers, your Tuna and Mango Salad, a cup of wine, your music in the mornings, the way you walk naked, your intelligence (lot of brains), your ideas, your reflections, your feeling of sorrow about poor people, or those ones who need help, your attention to pets, your tears, your bossy character (that some times doesn’t help you), YOU with your friends, with your family, with me, with my family,…

Why: This is simple, you make me feel some thing amazing, wonderful, incredible, inside that I never had, no intellect, no science,

How much? Tanto cosi!!!

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Past Poison

First you are a liar and then you are a coward!
You can’t even answer the phone and talk with me direct.
You try to turn it on me!  How low of you!
…  and London
…. and Roma
… and apartment hunting in Amsterdam
…. and you knew all this time.
You can’t handle the distance, even though all my intentions were to get back to you in a position where we would be secure.
But no – you’re flesh is weak and your eyes are hungry.
Even if I did get the transfer, I could never be with you.
I’m so glad that fate allowed you to show your true face.
The scorpion king- that is your nature, right baby?
You do not deserve my fierce passion
You do not deserve my tender affection
You do not deserve a beautiful future with me.

How could you do this to me AGAIN?  Destroy me again….. why?  when all I do is love you.

You promised.

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