From the letters of the yet-to-be American President Warren G. Harding to his mistress Carrie Fulton Phillips, January 29, 1912

I love your poise

Of perfect thighs

When they hold me

in paradise…

I love the rose

Your garden grows

Love seashell pink

That over it glows

I love to suck

Your breath away

I love to cling —

There long to stay…

I love you garb’d

But naked more

Love your beauty

To thus adore…

I love you when

You open your eyes

And mouth and arms

And cradling thighs…

If I had you today, I’d kiss and

fondle you into my arms and

hold you there until you said,

‘Warren, oh, Warren,’ in a

Benediction of blissful joy…!

rather like that encore

discovered in Montreal.

Did you?

Link to: Love Seashell Pink