Dear .. You see? I can’t even bring myself to say your name any more. But I had to write. The others, they’re long forgotten but since I’ve been away, it’s you I’ve missed the most.
You’re so pure. I don’t know if it is the lure of your fingers, the way your skirts glisten and wink at me, urging me to, to, to, lick your … No. I mustn’t…. Oh, to feel your innocent, buttery warmth, your salty-sweetness melting onto my tongue. I can’t go on. Either I cut myself off from you forever which is unthinkable or we run away together, into a cupboard where the world can’t see us. The world: who are they anyway? Who said that you were bad for me? Didn’t they realise that by saying I should avoid you, that they were just pushing us together? Of course they did. They wanted to prove that I am as bad as they say you are. That’s why I had to write. If I come back, will you keep our secret? Do you promise not to leave traces of my ecstasy, your presence on my lips, my hips? Let’s try again. Yes. I can see you now and I am already dribbling. I can picture you lying there with a cup of tea, waiting for me. Dear Shortbread. I’m coming to you.
Get out of my way, Rice Crackers, pretender, my true love awaits.