I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan and groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
&, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu.
Now, get your mind out of the gutter & share this page.
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