Jokes, Poems, & Stories
| 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 |
| Taken from the LangaList |
