I wanted to write you a letter my love. To bring back our days together in our secret haunts night lost on your king size bed, to bring back the shadow of your legs and the moonlight filtering through. The endless sweetness , to bring back the madness of our passion and the bitterness of our separation,your lips as red as the tacula fruit, your hair. Black as the dark diloa fish, your eyes gentle as the macongue, your breast hard as a young maboque fruit, your light walk, you sleek talk, your caresses better than anyone I find here.