by Your Secret Admirer
In dirtier, lustier moments, I focus on nailing you and licking every pore and hungering between your legs. In cleaner, warmer moments, I daydream about being married. My crush was instant; becomes more distracting every day. We met last summer (on the best fucking day of my life). So I can’t let this first Valentine’s Day since knowing you slip by without confessing (privately). Secret notes and sneaky gifts work for now, but soon, I’ll reveal myself, and expose my everlasting need to be near you, so very near you – one way or another – forever.
Your Secret Admirer wants you / needs you / loves you without end.