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Dear mr skinny tie, How do you keep your tie so crisp and your jaw so straight? Even when you throw your smiles at me, that jaw is perfectly perpendicular. I can see when your tie gets a little too tight, you stretch your neck, intentioanlly towards me? With black ties breed skilled slickness. Mr fox, you weren't the first to look dapper in a skinny tie, and you won't be the last. Later, with your tie loose around my neck, pulling me close, you kissed me. Yrs,

dear you, Leaving the television remote on the bed makes it harder to resist turning it on. Just like putting your number in my cell phone makes it harder not to call. Eyelashes litter the bed and I hope they're yours so I won't make unreliable wishes. Wishes would be disappointing anyway because a human breath couldn't blow them from the entangled threads. It kind of seems relative; me under the blankets wishing someone's breath would blow me awake. When I lay on my side I mirror your body right in front of mine. My hand under my pillow, your hand under your cheek. We create a warmth between our bodies; your unconscious mind telling your b

I knew from the moment I met you that I needed to have you. What was it? Was it your accent or was it my naive charm. Did you like the fact that you could teach me a few things? You could teach me your language and I could teach you the constellations on my body. I'll listen to you read your foreign poems and I won't understand a word. You could tell me anything and I want to fall hopelessly in love with your words, your voice, your heavy eye lids, and your sweet smell. I want to wake up tangled in your sweetness and cold sheets. I want to make the sheets warm with you by drinking tea in bed or cuddling instead. And for breakfast you make th