Dear (fill in the blank)

Dear (fill in the blank),

All I feel for you now is lust.
It's not the complex kind.
It's not the lust
that grips your insides
and twists your soul.
It's the kind of lust
that you feel
when you walk past
a pretty girl on the road
and wonder, for a second,
what she'd look like
if she were naked
screaming
and bleeding on your floor.