envelope

kept it [hot] for ten years now

strawberries crushed in white napkins (That is what it looked like when it got wet)

every girl turns type-dirty for you

run a tongue across the curves of your eyebrows

flirt a kiss across shoulder ridges

bitter to your bones

[ I write too personal ?]

[I didnt write this for you]

[The person( s ) I wrote about understand (s ) thoroughly]

I wrote you some letters, but some I cant find

I L st

I'm L st

Made a L st

At L st 

 come to the point

 been holding

 can't hold it anymore

Have to mail

Stamp

red ink on white (That is what it looks like when it's dry)

 black smudge tips on white

lick the glue

this is bitter

Smell the folded paper

I hope you get this