I'm sorry I haven't been writing Sir, the last couple of months have been difficult. Work has kept you so busy, when I was last there I stole one of your shirts.  I keep it in a plastic bag so the smell of you doesn't fade away.  When the separation gets too hard I take it out and wrap it around my neck and breathe your in, I it along my cheek as if you are caressing me.

I really enjoyed talking with you last weekend, it seems like our time together keeps shrinking.  We haven't been together for over a month now.  It seems we are either feast or famine.  The last time we were together, you took me in the bath, the living room, the kitchen, the stairs, the pool and eventually the bed.  I still smirk a little that we had to stop and relocate at one point because a boat was coming by outside your balcony window.  Now almost six weeks later I can honestly say I am going through withdrawals, if it wasn't for your shirt and our phone conversation, I might have gone a little out of my mind.

Hoping we get to see each other this weekend before you leave town for the holidays.

Always yours Sir