Not a love story.

[gordonartist]

Not a love story.

I will seek you and I will find you . . .

You shall take me to your bed and I shall have my way with you .

I will make you ache, shake, sweat, moan and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy, plead for me to leave you alone and implore me to go away.

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,

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* The Flu Virus.

Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot.

Take care,

Gordon.