I will seek and find you
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you
I will make you ache, shake and 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 am finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
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