My body feels needy when I speak to you, I feel greedy wanting your attention, yet I don't feel your admiration. I know I'm not enough, the fact that we haven't seen each other in person, but I'm the type of person who would do anything for you to stay, which is insane because wanting to pursue you drives me crazy. But who am I to do that, as a lady.
You're my first in this kind of thing or whatever you call it, and it keeps me going and smiling, feeling you. The sensation I felt for the first time and probably the last. Getting over my shame is keeping this secret in vein.