My love,

Nothing raises the hair on my neck like pressing your pages with my pen.

When you touch me, I moan out and mentally roam out and take a loan out of you.

And when we climax, I conceive. My nipples raised to receive the sweet fluid of life that keeps us alive after night after night of deceit.

Nature and nurture. I hate you. It’s torture. You’re all that I need.

I love you.

Written By: Ashley Evans; @EdgarAllanAHoe