Inside The Mind of Tatiana Rose

Dear Mr Sloan,
I can't stop thinking about the way you make me feel. The way you turn maths into something oh so sexual.. The way every time I walk into your class a flame ignites in my heart in desire for your love.. I love how your crisp white shirt clings to your tanned muscular torso, showing your defined abs which I long to brush my hands against so badly. How I long for you to make your mark all over my body. How I touch myself to the thought of you in my bed late at night. For your hands to caress my body while we kiss passionately under the moonlight, tugging my hands roughly through your light brown hair making you let out a sexy raspy groan. I always kept that pen you gave me in my first year of school, when I broke down in tears because all my classmates were bullying me for being different. But.. you never thought I was different, you always told me I was special. That's why I felt that we were meant to be together, like our souls were connected the instant they saw each other. And nothing can tear our love apart, not even my retched parents. Our love will exist one day.. I know that we both want it. However long it takes, you'll love me one day, I know it. I love you Daniel Sloan and we will be together, one day.
Love from your favourite student
Tatiana xxx