Number 20

This is my entry in Brownamazon's Second Official Vox Stalking Sweepstakes.  I must say that this was harder than I thought it would be, for various reasons, none of which I can tell you without giving away who I am writing about.  I could not get this to work as a letter, so I've (sort of) turned it into something more like a poem.  Guess who...

My darlings,
we girls, we
have to stick together. 
You are my hot suede,
my peach fuzz, my sweet
willful velvet joy.  
There is no other truth
than this.
I am needed and needy,
obsession and obsessed,
possessor and possessed,
keeper and kept. 
You are, each, one
half of my heart.
Where I go, you go. 
When I rise, you rise.  
When I sleep, you dream. 
I am yours, you
are mine and each other's
and nobody's
in particular.