Hey,you. Yes you. You little fucking hot man. You turn me on,seriously,but this is pointless.
Let's start from the beginning. I'm not a fan-girl. I'm not 15 anymore,I think I've never been 15. My life just sucked already when I was 14.So yeah I made a big step from 14 to 18 and I dont remember a fucking nothing. Just people insulting me over and over again. They told me I wasnt right. Music taught me to never give a fuck about those people.It was hard,but I won. Now I'm 23 and I'm a new person,this is why I'm writing down this letter that probably you will never read.You know when I see you I suddenly think about how stupid I am. Do I really think you would care about a person you don't even know?Yes I do. Cause in my heart I've got this hope; one day I will have the chance to meet you and we'll get knowing each other better.I'll show you how many good qualities a person can have. I will be fearless to show up my flaws to you. If just I had this chance. I've sacrificed everything I had.Money,friendships,family,just to build me a chance. I dont want your autograph or a photo,I just wanna talk to you.I will never be able to tell you all those words I just wrote personally,but maybe,if God wants, I will be stood next you in a fucking cold night sharing feelings and opinions,and I'll be glad and in peace only if this will happen. This is what happens to me when I focus my mind on you. I become extremely lovely and kind and pleasured just at your thought. Other days I just can't control myself.The only thing I want is barely real,I mean,in my life. I just want you to fuck me. So bad,I couldn't keep controlling my body by having you near me. It's like being so passionate and frustrated at the same time. I would fill out my heart by feeling you inside me. You make me shiver. Sometimes I purposely think of you doing bad things to me and I freak out.Totally. I imagine your breath on my neck; your mouth kissing softly my body; you hands touching everything they can; our sweat sticks our skin. My hand through your soft hair.My tongue licking on the ink of your tattoos. Our heat that makes us burning and losing control. Our panting while we kiss each other violently; you screaming loud my name,me doing the same back.Our exhausted bodies lying down the bed. Creased sheets and the light magically turns on. And I can see you. You're gorgeous,beautiful,breathless. I don't have any words left to describe how I feel looking at you. Even after sex when everyone is supposed to be a mess,you're still a pure beauty and I can't help myself. We look each other,still panting a bit. We kiss and your smile is the sweetest thing I've ever seen in a while.
How could I just imagine all this?How? What's wrong with me.
