Well… well… well… we meet again.
I break you down.

I stir you up 1 ½ should do.

I choke you back and wait to react.

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Wait… for… it….

EXCELLENCE IS ACHIEVED!

A BLOSSOMING **** IS WHAT YOU ARE. PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL IN YOUR OWN MANNER NOT YET ACCEPTED OR UNDERSTOOD BY ANYONE BUT ME. IT IS YOU MY CREATION, YOU MY DEVASTATION. AS YOU LIGHT MY WORLD AND TEAR ME TO PIECES. I CAN NOT BEGIN TO EXPRESS IN WORDS THE EMOTIONS YOU EVOKE FROM INSIDE OF ME. MY BODY YOURS TO USE, HARBOR IN AND TAKE REFUGE UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO FACE THE WORLD. BUT FOR THIS SIMPLE TASK I CAN NOT WITHSTAND … I TRIED I TRIED I SWEAR I DID. FOR IT IS YOU MY CREATION MY DEVASTATION. YOU WERE TO BE EVERYTHING I AM NOT AND NOTHING I AM, MY 2.0 MY REASON FOR BEING. I CRUMPLE AND SHATTER EVERY TIME I THINK ON YOU I CRUMPLE AND SHATTER AFTER EVERY AWAKENING WITHOUT YOU. WHEN SHALL I SEE YOU AGAIN HOLD YOU AS I NEVER DID BEFORE, KISS YOU AS I NEVER HAVE, TELL YOU I LOVE YOU AND HAVE MY WORDS HEARD. PLEASE FORGIVE ME YOU SEE FOR I TRIED I TRIED I SWEAR I DID… NOW LEFT AS THE BLOSSOMING **** OF ONLY MY MEMORY I WRITE THIS LETTER FOR YOU, TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU… YOU MY CREATION… YOU MY CHILD

LOVE,
YOU’RE MOMMY

From my mute mouth pours the emotions and exaggerated feelings of a once precious time constraint love. From the peddle touch of your masculine being evokes the insurmountable lust to be touched more and more like the tease of a honey bee that passionately ***** and pollinates the delicate flower bud until it screams in the wave of the wind, but now left not so naïve and innocent I like the flower am left to bud and bloom without my once precious time constraint loved…