"Ebony, if I told you the first time we met, I was smitten by your words. I was into how you spoke with your pen, how you came from your heart, and recited words of encouragement. Haven't seen your face, or conversated but hearing your words, has me wanting to grab my pen, to meet you between these sheets.
Ebony, not being fresh or out of place, with these words I speak. How I look for your touch, the kiss of your lips, cause your words comforts me, takes me out of my state of mind, into the hearing of your voice. So, why can't I not, express to you, how taken I am by you. So, will you meet me between the sheets, cause my heart longs for your verses. Just as I pray, yours longs for mine."
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