I want to kiss you. I want you to touch me; inappropriately. I want to corrupt you— In the worse way possible; I want to expose you. Sometimes I even want to control you because I know it makes you nervous— I can hear you stuttering or whimpering right now.
I’m a bad person. I know it wouldn’t last long. I’m fickle. I’m moody. I’m selfish. I’m curious— It isn’t love; It’s temptation. I’m old enough to know better; I’m old enough to know I want you.
I hope you never read this, because you’ll know exactly who you are. I’m sincerely sorry.