Dear Leobutrkurnel
I see you in line at the supermarket. Our eyes meet.
I mouth the words to you, as if in slow motion:Fuck me, Fuck me.
My wishes are like poetry in your eyes. We want this moment to last forever.
We are like two dancers, for whom the music never stops. I Kiss the top of your hand. You are taken aback by the bulge that forms in your thigh.
If cancer is our love, then I hope you don't have the technology of chemotherapy.
You grab the bulge that you feel. you tihink it must be taking over your mind, theres nothing else you can think of. My tubesteak to you is like a beautiful japanese haiku.
The salmon swim at night.
Towards your room.
The snow and the moon.
To your light bulb I am the Thomas Edison of your sex. Withought my light you would be lost in a sea of darkness.
Please reply soon...
Forever yours...T.H
Geez
I refer to the thread set up by your girlfriend and the 11” strap-on who says she wishes to buggar you.
http://isitnormal.com/comments-story-1652.htm#c22289