I thought I could just stop writing about you but I’m finding out now that I can’t. My feelings for you isn’t as powerful as before. Days passed, even weeks that I don’t think of you anymore. I’m fine. I really am fine. But at night when I’m in my bed, I slowly move my fingers, spread my thighs, close my eyes and think of you, you lips, your eyes, your body and how perverted your mind can be. I miss you, Daddy.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t love you anymore, I know this is me wanting something that I know is poison. You are my poison. You kill me yet I’m loving every minute of it.