Ma lettre de la Saint valentin

Si j’avais une lettre de Saint Valentin à faire ….
Cette année je l’aurais faite en anglais (même si j’ai été un peu, beaucoup aidée pour la rédiger …)

My dearest Mr. Unknown,

Hows things going with you?

I really think you are special, so I hope this note makes you smile.

What person in their sane mind could resist those radiant blue pools which you call eyes? When I stare deep into them I feel hypnotised and often get the urge to jump into your pools. But I don’t think you would appreciate me stripping off and throwing myself naked against your eyeballs. That could hurt.

I simply love your gorgeous brown hair which shines in the sun like bear fur. Only your hair is longer then bear fur and is a lot more radiant, and smells better.

I love going to the local cafeteria with you. Its great to just sit there and talk to each other, and sometimes listen in on other people’s conversations. I love it how you can manage to eavesdrop on the most quietest tables, and then blurt out all their secrets really loud!

I can’t remember if I’ve already told you this but I really do love your lips. Its such a turn on to look at and its one of the many reasons I love being with you my love. Sometimes I wish I could do nothing but stare at your lips all day, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea my love, as people will probably think I’m some kind of nut case and I might get taken away by the men in white coats.

Anyhow my love, I must bring this letter to an end now. But I must tell you something. I’ve always wondered what you would look like in Black underwear. I really think you would be the hottest thing on this planet in Black underwear and you could easily overthrow any model out there! If you wear those for me, I promise to worship you and treat you like royalty (Just so long as you don’t make me clean your toenails with a toothbrush! I draw the line there).

Have a happy Valentines Day!

Yours Truly,

Célinette

xx

PS : mille mercis à ceux qui m’ont souhaité la Saint Valentin :D

Merci de m'avoir lue