Sand Beneath Her Toes
Britney,
Busy day today,Huh? That's not how she wanted to start so she crossed it out. She searched her mind for the perfect beginning. Fragments of sentences disappeared the moment she put her pen to pad. She let her words flow like poetry and wrote what was in her heart.
6/4/03
Brit,
I want to disappear into you like a candle in the sun. Like that night when you danced, topless on the desert sand exposing yourself like the virgin you are. I remember you feeding the melodies in your head your sensual body movements. With each sway of your hips, I became mesmerized and wrapped up in you so wrapped up that I forgot you were high and I'm sure as hell not talking about XTC. You were high on the sand beneath your toes and the freedom it brought you. You felt pure and real. You laughed because you hadn't felt that way in a long while. You whispered to me "I miss being whole." You had been feeling empty because you gave away a tiny piece of your soul with every flash of light, teeth, and skin. After I wrapped my arms around you, we moved together like a classic love song. Don't you remember being so wrapped up in each other that we forgot 1+1=2? We've changed so much and so little since. I remember The Mouse Club when you had that stupid crush on Justin oblivious to the fact I longed for you. You were untamed then like you were that night when we danced to the beats of our hearts. It was at that moment I knew-- I knew that you loved me in the way I loved you. Your hair was beneath my nose. It smelt like the ocean though we were far from it. My hand moved down your stomach. Your hand touched mine. It was heaven in the dark of night. You exhaled my name, warm and clean. You guided my hand to the dip of your hip. My lips touched your hair. You smiled as you turned toward me. Your lips touched mine and I was in heaven. For those 30 seconds I was in pure heaven. Our tongues waltzed in each other's mouth as my hand went down your smooth stomach searching for something deeper than you. Searching for the me inside you. I found it when we laid in sheets of linen at your hotel room the next morning. Britney, that night was incredible. I'd love to be with you in that way again. But sadly, I'm on a tour bus counting the headlights on the highway. With every glow of light, I think of the sparks inside you that make you free and infinite even though you feel bound. You are always free and infinite.
Love Always,
X-tina
P.S. Britney, I love you. I wish we could spend more time together but our schedules are so busy. Nevertheless, let's get together some time to recreate that night on the beach.