Page 1 of Possession

Prologue

“And all I loved, I loved alone.”

Edgar Allen Poe, Alone

My dearest Madeline,

From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I was entranced. There was this spark, this effervescence, about you that has only continued to grow. It’s what made me fall in love with you. No woman could ever replace you in my heart. No woman could match your beauty. I lie in my cold, empty bed at night and marvel at the fact that soon you’ll be lying here beside me, your warmth soothing me. Your beautiful eyes, lit up from the inside, stare into mine. The brightness of their violet depths reminds me of a glorious sunset. Purple is the color of royalty, which only seems appropriate since soon you’ll be my queen.

I can’t wait to run my fingers through your caramel-colored tresses. They twitch even as I write this at the thought of its soft silkiness against my rough hands. I want to see it splayed out across my pillow, its color a sharp contrast to the bright white of the sheets. Already I smell your favorite shampoo wafting through the air. It comforts me.

Then there are your lips. Their luscious plumpness tempts me like nothing else. The pink of your tongue as it darts out to just wet the surface has my thumb itching to rub across them and gather your moisture. Your flavor. I can only imagine what you’ll taste like. I bet strawberries. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Preparing for the sweetly tart flavor to burst across it. I bet your pussy juice is just as sweet and tart.

Fear not my dearest Madeline. Soon, we shall be together and you’ll know the true meaning of love.

Until then, think of me.

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