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Thanks creepy Okcupid guy! Best email ever.
On this Saturday evening as the winds die down...
and the fog is rolls into the bay, and while all is quiet, I write this beautiful person who has shared everything with Cupid, have made
Eros jealous and he has misled Cupid who gazed upon me. Having this opportunity to lavish you with attention rivaled only by the burden of Atlas as his carries the World on his shoulders, it gives me pause as you are so young. The sun dress you wear is shadowed by the gleam of your smile, radiance of your face, those long black locks, you are woman, no child no matter the age could tempt me so.
It is rare for a woman like yourself, okay cupid no need to fire another one, to leave herself so exposed, but alas I am a Momma's Boy, do you nurture, are your juices flowing rampant, raging, your next breath harder, your head going light, has the room started to spin, well take a breath why don't you? Ouch, Your eyebrows reassure me, they let me know that my love for nature has a chance, you are nature itself you know, no power greater I will move mountains for you. That locket speaks boldly of your past, what past, there is only the future, you are the life hereafter.
Your hair is full and lush, a lion would get down on all fours before you, the kingdom will follow. If you tame the beast you must also be his jailer, those are the cannons. Those eyes are so blue they're purple. In one sighting you think your looking at the deep blue sea, most will swallow slowly, while getting up the nerve to ask if it really is one of the colours of the rainbow. I think not, oowww, I am not alone am I? You are the wench I desire, the face that would have silenced Mom, and the smile to form alliances. You will yet launch a thousand ships. It would be nice to say if I can't have you no one can, I have, and since force is still force alas I am a gentleman you may yet slip away. So the White King asks but one thing, that you dock at this port on the 14th, be my Valentine, say Hi!
The ouches and the ows are my way of letting you know just how hard it was for me to write this to you. But this is what you deserve, this is all I can give from here, this is all you would ever tolerate from me. I may already be asking for too much. So you are the Goddess Right, the ends of the earth, she that stars from the heaven fall for, a star from heaven, so TWINKLE, little star. You are still too slow Eros, and I will not yield the ground beneath my feet, does the tip of Cupid's arrow feel so blunt? Be still cupid, the cherubins, they can't be trusted. The Virgins to the Castle, I mean Temple, yes the Temple Eros. May your day of hearth be sweet and savor every moment, life is for the giving and the living, on this 14th look back kindly, he tried and you let him, but not me, sent your Dad a Valentine lately? Was that your Bow Cupid? No I won't yield to you either. I can't say that!!!!
Mucho Gusto, Querida, Chiquita Conchita. Much love Little Star.
MingMercury
On this Saturday evening as the winds die down...
and the fog is rolls into the bay, and while all is quiet, I write this beautiful person who has shared everything with Cupid, have made
Eros jealous and he has misled Cupid who gazed upon me. Having this opportunity to lavish you with attention rivaled only by the burden of Atlas as his carries the World on his shoulders, it gives me pause as you are so young. The sun dress you wear is shadowed by the gleam of your smile, radiance of your face, those long black locks, you are woman, no child no matter the age could tempt me so.
It is rare for a woman like yourself, okay cupid no need to fire another one, to leave herself so exposed, but alas I am a Momma's Boy, do you nurture, are your juices flowing rampant, raging, your next breath harder, your head going light, has the room started to spin, well take a breath why don't you? Ouch, Your eyebrows reassure me, they let me know that my love for nature has a chance, you are nature itself you know, no power greater I will move mountains for you. That locket speaks boldly of your past, what past, there is only the future, you are the life hereafter.
Your hair is full and lush, a lion would get down on all fours before you, the kingdom will follow. If you tame the beast you must also be his jailer, those are the cannons. Those eyes are so blue they're purple. In one sighting you think your looking at the deep blue sea, most will swallow slowly, while getting up the nerve to ask if it really is one of the colours of the rainbow. I think not, oowww, I am not alone am I? You are the wench I desire, the face that would have silenced Mom, and the smile to form alliances. You will yet launch a thousand ships. It would be nice to say if I can't have you no one can, I have, and since force is still force alas I am a gentleman you may yet slip away. So the White King asks but one thing, that you dock at this port on the 14th, be my Valentine, say Hi!
The ouches and the ows are my way of letting you know just how hard it was for me to write this to you. But this is what you deserve, this is all I can give from here, this is all you would ever tolerate from me. I may already be asking for too much. So you are the Goddess Right, the ends of the earth, she that stars from the heaven fall for, a star from heaven, so TWINKLE, little star. You are still too slow Eros, and I will not yield the ground beneath my feet, does the tip of Cupid's arrow feel so blunt? Be still cupid, the cherubins, they can't be trusted. The Virgins to the Castle, I mean Temple, yes the Temple Eros. May your day of hearth be sweet and savor every moment, life is for the giving and the living, on this 14th look back kindly, he tried and you let him, but not me, sent your Dad a Valentine lately? Was that your Bow Cupid? No I won't yield to you either. I can't say that!!!!
Mucho Gusto, Querida, Chiquita Conchita. Much love Little Star.
MingMercury