Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Posted by Bull E. Vard
Last night was great. I feel like you've changed and for the better. Last year you seemed a little too German for me. But, last night when I opened you up, I got that Belgian funk I'm looking for when I have a saison in my mouth. You smelled like a dirty barn and it got me so hot. Last year, it seemed like you had been stuffed with lemons like a chicken.
You made me feel so good. Your taste in my mouth gave me an obscene amount of pleasure. Last year you were just dirty, this year you were dirty with love. I want to continue to see you. Forget about my last letter, I was so happy to see you again and now I want to see more of you.
All my love,
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