My dear,
I am writing you the fires that burn in my heart
The longing of your hands brushing my skin
Your soft lips to satisfy my desire.

Can't you sow my soul?
Repair the seams that have been ripped before you?
Warm me in your arms like the sun warms me through the wind?
Instead I am left in this hole.

I'd ride the ocean waves 
The winds? I would soar them.
I would take the stinging of my eyes
If the rains do torrent.
Even if it made me lose my sight.
I would burn forever.
All to see you tonight.

My lips long for yours...
While your hands would entangle in my black hair...
Where did this love come from?!?!
I've seen your face.
Let me see it more.

The world is spinning now...
And I want you so.
If you want to write me back.
Baby, don't be slow.
                                              -Letters From An Insomniac