The letter thrown in a bottle and put in the sea of life

The letter thrown in a bottle and put in the sea of life.

The letter I.
Ode to the woman.
23.06.99 (There is a lot of time ago)
I love you, girl, woman. I see you everywhere your smooth bends and alluring roundisher. The tree - stature, cat - grace, sky - eye, beam - is warm, bed - tenderness. You for me unique, which lives inside and is displayed in each. I close eyes and I see I feel you - your body: velvetness of your skin touching me, damp heat of your core, your smell evoke in me of a gentle animal, lips caress of an eye, legs rounding my body, your bend of a body in peak of feelings, kind dome-shaped breasts with swelling’s teats on a background of a gloomy room. I love. I want. When I love I want to satisfy you - care you, pamper your body, to raise - to merge our soul in one and fly in an ecstasy in Heaven - this prayer to a God: thank for life in a perfect body and soul capable to love and to be liked. You are excited, rise - because it I. You love. You want. When you love you want to be satisfaction me - to accept of my caress to answer tenderness to raise - to dissolve the soul and to illuminate by an ecstasy grayness existence and to see Paradise. We two energy not able to live the friend without the friend. In and Ian. We adjoin and we live only in this merge. Without merge an exhaustion and grayness. Only love, instead of circumstance - life. I see you in dream and awake. Respond if you are. Unique my woman.
Nuke.