Love Letter #28

Dear DM,

Why do you haunt me day and night? Sometimes I find myself wanting to shake you, to scream “Show me!” at the top of my lungs. Show me how you feel. Show me what you are thinking. Show me what you want from me. Scream it all into my mouth.

I have started watching a series and one of the characters has a mouth shaped like yours and every time I watch him kiss or speak I wonder if your mouth moves in the same way. It’s weird I know. I am obsessed but it’s not like I am stalking you are anything (if you don’t count the fact that I look at your photos as stalking). I am just sitting here, waiting behind the barrier you have placed like a good girl. I wish you were stalking me. That you looked at everything I posted, that you stared at my photographs and jerked off. That you did all the things I don’t do because I am just too scared or polite. Only I do masturbate while looking at your photo sometimes, usually I am too shy.

You are the only one I want to taste. You are the only one I want to confess to. Just so you know. There could never be a substitute, another. It’s you or it’s no one. I am crazy about you. I want to empty my beautiful obsession into your mouth, my words, my helpless, gasping breath. I want to kiss you until you feel it in every part of your being.

With all that I am your DF