"I wanna heal, I wanna feel,
like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong"
[Linkin Park, "Somewhere I Belong"]

Dear lover,

Do I know you? Probably not yet. We may not have met before, or perhaps we did and we're mere acquaintances right now, destined to bump into each other again some day. I don't know. What I do know is how when one day it all does come together somehow, that it will be a bond so everlasting and fulfilling that both our lives will forever be that much fuller for it. We each will feel, at long last, like we've found someone who truly appreciates us for the wonderful people we both are, like our passions and our efforts are not in vain, but constantly bring us evercloser in a bond that spirals together and upward.

What color is your hair? Blond? Brunette? Is it long or short? I don't know. What I do know is how it's silken strands will glide between the fingers of my right hand as it slides around from the side of your neck to cradle the back of your head gently as we close the distance between us. You'll probably bite your bottom lip slightly as a faint shiver runs up your spine. But your focus will be on the anticipation of the kiss to come.

What color are your eyes? Green? Brown? Blue? I don't know. What I do know is how as we stand or lie there, scant inches apart, I'll be gazing into them, reaching with my left hand to touch my fingers to your right cheek, the way one pinches oneself to see if you're awake or still dreaming, expecting you to vanish into thin air before I can caress the soft skin of your beautiful face with the back of my fingers. And I know the sensation of falling that will well up within my chest as I gaze into those eyes, and feel like I've looked directly into your soul, and you into mine. Two people who may perhaps barely know each other, will inexplicably feel like they've known each other for all their lives.

Where will we be when that first kiss happens? My place? Your place? The hallway of someone else's house at some houseparty where we got to talking over a drink? I don't know. What I do know is how the feeling of tension will drain from my body and dissipate, to be replaced with a deep comfortable sensation, in that moment when our lives come together, and I taste your mouth for the first time. Do you know that a woman's saliva tastes sweet when she's sexually excited? Maybe, or perhaps it's a tidbit of trivia I'll mention as we lie in bed staring at the ceiling and reminiscing about our first night some many moons later.

What's your body like? Are you petite? Full-figured? Pear-shaped? I don't know. What I do know is how I'll treasure every square-inch of your flesh as I slowly undress you. With each button or zipper undone, I will be unwrapping the best present I've ever been given. And any imperfection, any tiny scar or blemish you have, that you shy away from revealing, will not be something I overlook but something I cherish, as a symbol of your humanity and your humility, because incredible as you are - you are not ugly with vanity, but beautiful and real. And I know how in the years to come, I will feel a stirring each time I look upon you, and that each day I will endeavour to remind you of just how compelling you are to me, in the hopes that you'll feel as incredibly sexy as you truly should, and as you truly are.

What are your breasts like? Large? Small? Round? Pointed? I don't know. What I do know is the child-like anticipation that will run through me as I reach for them that first time, like a 13-year-old boy touching his first "boobie", all over again. I know the elation I will feel as I caress your tender breast, and the spark that will ignite deep inside you when my fingertips find your nipple for the first time.

Shaved? Trimmed? Sweet or tart? I don't know. What I do know is how I will inhale deeply the scent that is uniquely you and then sigh. I know how I will squeeze your buttocks as I pull you tight to me, savouring your taste as I make love to you with my mouth for the first time. I know how I will so joyously and patiently bring you toward climax while within me rises an irrepressible longing to thrust myself inside you, and lose myself forever in a sea of bliss into which I so gladly cast myself to drown. And I know the feeling of connection that will take place, like a tether between our souls pulled taut and reeled in, when at long last I'm inside you.

And when does it all happen? Tomorrow? Next week? Five years from now? I don't know. What I do know is this it is a day that will remain forever etched in each of our minds, that I'll quietly think back on it when I'm sitting in a barber's chair, while across town in the waiting room of the dentist's office, you play over it in your mind for the thousandth time as well. I'll sit at my computer and write poetry about it. You'll close your eyes and imagine it when you touch yourself in the shower.

Where does it all begin? I don't know.

But I look forward to meeting you.