DON’T RUN… DON’T PANIC… JUST READ…
Was it a surprise when you stepped into your little hiding place and found this waiting for you? I hope so. How long was it before you actually reached out and tore the envelope off the branch? Not too long I hope. I’ve been waiting for you.
Has your belly done a little flip and flutter? Are the butterflies bouncing off the walls of your stomach as you read this? Are they bashing their little brains in? I bet they are, aren’t they?
Are you wondering why you found this envelope with this letter inside?
Why do you think?
It’s because I watch you. I watch you watching me. Out of the corner of my eye.
Did you think that I had no idea? Did you think that every night I would come to my bedroom window, look out into my garden and not know that you were watching me? The darkness is not a good place to hide the twinkle of an eye. Why do you think I stand there night after night?
It’s because I like it.
I like to feel your eyes on me.
I like the anticipation of waiting to appear to you. Sometimes I feel like I’m a star, waiting backstage, ready to perform to an adoring crowd of fans. I don’t need a crowd though do I? I’ve got you. My biggest fan. I walk up, ready to be framed for you. Picture perfect. A perfect living, breathing picture. Do you like it when I pose for you?
I know you like it when I undress.
Do you not worry that as you’re reading this, little insects might be finding their way into your clothes and onto your skin. Don’t you hate to feel the tickle of their little feet? I do.
It’s lonely in here tonight, those that are here don’t talk to me anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve heard a friendly voice or seen a friendly smile, that’s why I like you. The first time I saw you, my heart leapt straight into my throat, I almost gagged on it. That’s how happy I was.
What made you choose me over that pretty lady that lives across from me? Was I just an accident one night? I hope not, I like to believe in fate.
I’m rambling now, I bet you’re wondering what the point of this letter is. Well, the point is this… I think it’s time for the flirting to finish.
I want to play.
By the time you read this I’ll be naked and splayed, ready for you. My hair and my make up is done and my skin is tingling. My eyes are black and my lips are very, very red.
I am perfect and I am beautiful.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt a warm touch and I’m hungry. Wouldn’t you like to wash yourself in my wet mouth? I don’t want to be alone tonight.
The door’s open…
Why don’t you come on in?