♥ Distance Lover ♥

If it's the thought that truly counts then I am here waiting,
Counting my thoughts and slightly masturbating.

I miss you when you're gone and fear when you'll depart,
So I collect some of your hair, for smelling in the dark.

I want to tell you how I feel but fear what will happen next.
So when you lay motionless sleeping, I take pictures of your breasts.

I miss you, I follow you, I sit outside your place.
I hang up on your windowsill peeking in upon your face.

Did you ever notice that angel and angle have the same type of letters?
That's because if I got the right angle, I'd fuck off all your angelic feathers.

But you wont let me near so I watch from a distance,
But my dick still gets hard and in these tight jeans it pinches.

I love you my dear and you know who you are.
Unless you're retarded because I've been leaving hints in your car.
Usually a confession of love with cut out mag letters,
I can think of no other way to express my love better.

My love sits waiting in the corner, in the bushes, in the dark,
Until the day I pray, all this work ignites your love with a spark.

P.S. I own rope.

<3 Willie M.