the longing arches me; on my pillow is spread your coquettish suffer trying to aid my dream; I don't oppose, I savor it; insanely charmed, avid moaning in anticipation for my virility technique of loving you, unleashed, I'm begged... in your hell

tip-top… I woke up Monday and Tuesday I thought to go Wednesday to work, but when Thursday I saw comes Friday, I said to myself, what a hell to look for work on Saturday when Sunday is my day off... I mumbled… thinking of you…