A Sweet Love Letter
I shall seek and find you.
I shall force you into bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake, and sweat until you moan.
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.
I will leave you weak in the knees, with your head spinning for days.
All my love, The Flu
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