This is just a love letter.
A public love letter. That is all.
No need to complicate matters and look for the hidden meaning.
It is just me saying I Love You, Kitten.
People can make with it what they want; I really never really gave a shit about anything but you once you entered my atmosphere anyways.
Do you want to know something, fangirl? All this passion and all these words are about a girl who is wearing a string on her wrist right now.
You Kitten, are and always will be the home of my heart. I was always passionate before, so I thought. Then you came along and I understood the depths of myself in a completely different way.
Vulnerability found in you on a scale I didn’t know existed or I was even capable of. Shit that made me think of Shakespeare so I could reach for a comparison that was articulated well enough to encapsulate the feels the pulsed through me like I was hooked up to the power grid.
My Orange Sky, forever. My Bridges, with a happy ending. My Francesa, modified. My exaaactly fucking true and my beautiful 144.
The brain in you; the heart. The wisdom; the passion. The submissive needs to match my Dominant musts. The entire fucking world could toss their panties at me and I’d be staring right past them in your direction without a blink.
You, well, you make me want to be a better man. Hang tight and stay strong, Babygirl. Daddy’s got a lot of life in him when it comes to you.
Goddamn. I just fucking love you.
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