Just admit that you love me because I’m unattainable. If I was someone you could actually date you wouldn’t have nearly the level of desire that you hold for me in your heart and you love when a woman like me knows exactly that power that I have over you and I relish in it. I love knowing that I’m unattainable to you but you can get so fucking close and that’s what really drives you crazy. But keep dreaming. Keep wondering what my body feels like pressed against you. My kiss. The taste between my legs. You’ll always want more and that’s exactly what I want. I always keep you coming back for more.