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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January 1918

1918-01-19 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5

Your glowing youth! The warmth of your body close beside me! I yearn for them, dear. I can know through your letters your fine intellectual companionship, but not these other experiences. I want nothing better to live for than the joy that will be ours when we can be all each other's again and through all the sweet years of life. 
Write to me, darling, everything. Tell me all your experiences. Every little detail that concerns you will thrill me. I shall do all I can of the same sort of thing for you. 
It is quite impossible for me, in closing, to tell you what is in my heart. I'm all choked up inside, oh idol of mine. As I write I'm breathing as heavily as I have sometimes when the wonderful power of your kisses made my blood race and my soul thrill. 
I grip you in my arms; I crush you to me; I rain burning kisses upon your face; and say in the favor of a honeyed, lingering kiss my farewell and my au revoir.
Always your devoted husband, 
Conger.

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Your glowing youth! The warmth of your body close beside me! I yearn for them, dear. I can know through your letters your fine intellectual companionship, but not these other experiences. I want nothing better to live for than the joy that will be ours when we can be all each other's again and through all the sweet years of life. Write to me, darling, everything. Tell me all your experiences. Every little detail that concerns you will thrill me. I shall do all I can of the same sort of thing for you. It is quite impossible for me, in closing, to tell you what is in my heart. I'm all choked up inside, oh idol of mine. As I write I'm breathing as heavily as I have sometimes when the wonderful power of your kisses made my blood race and my soul thrill. I grip you in my arms; I crush you to me; I rain burning kisses upon your face; and say in the favor of a honeyed, lingering kiss my farewell and my au revoir. Always your devoted husband, Conger.