I Hope You Know Who This Is Directed Toward
Typically speaking, I like being called baby.
And it's not normally the other way around.
But this time...
It's different.
I am more than willing to sacrifice my masochism and become a mother to you.
As long as you promise to
Want to fuck me.
And you know what?
I am into that.
Good call.
But I knew you were from our fourth conversation.
Better call for me.
So.
Let's create.
Art and envy and babies.
But the last will have to wait.
Two boys.
And a little girl.
And I've got their names almost prearranged.
And we can share secrets.
Dark. Dirty. Disturbing ones.
And you can read things I've written about you but
Been too afraid to let you see.
Please, -name deleted-.
Make up your mind.
And please Jesus.
In my favour.
-x-