Delivery With A Twist Comments

You sent your first token of love to me on a piece of brown parchment, strung to flowers that remind you of my womanhood. A man in galoshes swam through the rain and hovered staunchly above my doorstep to deliver me your gift. At first I thought "this man is a bailiff"
He floated with his arm outstretched, my name written con serif on a tiny envelope strung against the pretty coloured lips. The palette of them was soft and I felt like I was dreaming. All the real world seemed so far away but I could feel your newly discovered love with me in this realm of the senses.
There, in the rain, I wasn't dressed properly.
What I remember most clearly is the bell chime ting a ling of that steady steam of drops upon the lantern next to my lobe.
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