Dear Philip..

It's been so long i haven't talked to You, and I think it's okay. We shouldn't talk, we should ordinary stop thinking about each other, but .. yes there is always a "but" .. You know i do love You and it's so hard to look at someone else, some guy with out looking for You . I think I could be with someone .. but the only problem is.. they might not (or actually won't) give me what I always thought You would give me . I want a human being hero, someone like You, hard, annoying, real guy with hard d*ck like americans say.  I don't want a baby romance, I want a real romance, I want a real sex on the flor, I want a real night bad romance my life's honey . I knew You could give it to me, I freaking know you would . Oh my God why are you so marvellous? Why couldn't we try? I just want You to know.. all my dirty secrets.. Rock me out in bathroom, on the floor, in bed, at shower, everywhere. I think about You like an object of sex emotions. Yeah . I won't say that I don't want anything of that when I actually, really need it. Rock me out, give it all to me . I am so ready, and you always take your time so long , you have to hurry if you want to catch me, i've been a bad girl so why you won't take me? Put your hands on my body, look how i lose. Whatever You do , I feel like in heven .  Different ? No , yes? Pick me, if you want get to know my dirty mind. Yeah, it's full of You and dreams.  I can be your bitch, I can be your friend. All You want, just give me what I want. Back and up, rock me  out, you know how to make me feel nice . Come back, my body needs your touch .. 

                                                                                             V. 

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