the things I get in email
A Love Letter...
I will seek and find You.
I shall take you to bed
and have my way with you.
I will make you ache,
shake & sweat until
you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy,
beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm
finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
I will seek and find You.
I shall take you to bed
and have my way with you.
I will make you ache,
shake & sweat until
you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy,
beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm
finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
posted by eccentric recluse at 3:04 PM
5 Comments:
Lucky you
-wink-
I hope you feel better.
ah, the flu...
...tricksy lil' bugger!
My, my, my, you tricky little bugger
Reading my post and stealing like a mugger
I kid, I joke, all is well,
Not in trouble; you're no Gibson, Mel.
Two poem posts by chance
But by first glance,
It appears you have been very...nauuuughty...
the flu is very nauuuughty....
That was a poem?
OK, whatever.
Now, don't take this personally Woozie, but I gotta tell ya that the style of diction you have assumed reminds me of a villian on the old Batman series...
Don't be haughty, just try to stay nauuuuughty
E_R
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