I am breathlessly, dizzyingly in love with you.

Several times a day, I find myself staring at you, perusing your every feature, memorizing every inch of you.

I long for the day when I can hold you in my arms. Your grace and your beauty astonish me, to the point where I feel I can no longer speak.

Others mock me, for you are too fine and too rich for even the likes of me, but that does not stop me from dreaming of the day when we can be together at last; for the day when I can call you my very own. Until then, I shall pine for you endlessly, and be driven to distraction by lustful thoughts that only you can satisfy.

Ever yours,

Miss Black

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Miss Black also contributes to a David Anders/Sark site under the name Chaton Espion. Feel free to visit her there if you'd like to witness the terrifying depths of obsession.