Dearest Alessandro,
My Little Demon,
My Little Angel,

Eleven days, or Twelve?
With the passage of time my memory seems no less hazy, and my vision no more clear. My only comfort is that today I return to your arms. You will smile at me, and I will wrap myself around you, a slave to your every whim.

Since I left you who claimed me, my mind has ached with greater pain every moment. You own me more surely with each passing tear I shed for want of your voice. I covet you more every time I close my eyes and see your face. You are without bounds: In your beauty, In your passion, In your hunger, And in your love.

You are a heartless angel, a helpless demon, and the only god I will ever know.

I am your sun, the only one you may ever see. The blinding light, the horrible heat, those are my love. I am fuel for the white-hot fires of your passion. The fire that consumes me, I know this, it is your love.

Before you, all past loves are without meaning.
Beside you, all past desires are meaningless.

You want me because you see your desires mirrored in my eyes, and I look back at you, and see my desires perfected.

I make you my slave. It is what you desire. I am your slave.

My demon, My angel, my travels draw me East again.
I can feel you, pulling me towards you. I am delighted to respond.

Michael Shepard