Dear Professor, Its been years since I’ve heard your voice.
Since, I have smelt your cologne or held your hand.
Years since I have physically spent time with you.
But our minds have filled the gaps.
We still spend time together, writing to each other via messenger.
Oh baby, we’ve become each other’s private diaries.
Oh professor, we write to each other every day.
We share every emotion, event and our loss of all our hopes and dreams.
We share our intimate secret and how we are ripping at the seams.
But I haven’t seen your face in years.
We are very similar you and I.
Two shut-ins, afraid to leave our shells.
We both comfort and help each other as we fight our individual hells.
Oh professor, I remember when we first met.
I was so excited, so wet.
I still fantasize about you fucking me on your desk.
Oh professor, I know you remember.
My cum dripping on the floor.
Anytime someone could walk right through that door…
Professor, everyday I miss you more and more.
Whispers In the Wind 