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Dearest Edna May June,

I can imagine myself kissing your mushy body and slathering you with various oils and purina cat chow. Your thyroid condition is my anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your space suit, bring your pumpkin, and we will celebrate our hellish love together.

Yours feverishly,

Bubba Jones

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YOUR TURN!
 
Dearest tiger,

I can imagine myself kissing your sexy body and slathering
you with various oils and pizza. Your hands are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your hardhat, bring your boobs,and we will celebrate our hot love together.

Yours sexually,

love
 
My darling Billy Joe,

I am your Hillbilly servant. So you don't like the way I go on
and on about about your beer and my dog's flea problem? Forgive me if I digress from the subject of your one sided beauty.
And please forgive me if I stare too directly at you in your
dirty, ripped, wife beater, but I have never seen anyone who looks so elegant while wolfing down beef jerky.

Please, oh please, be my love or I won't know what to do.

Yours trashily,

BobbyJean
 
This is too funny

Dear pdt,

I think I like you, but I am not sure about our tentative
relationship. I do like your eyes, and the sight of you
in your jeans is better than TV, no, I mean even better than
the Internet. In fact, I will give up netsurfing for a forceful
evening with you. I will bring the person, and you can bring the
pasta. Or maybe we will go out. Or maybe you will decide.

Yours serenely,

mg
 
Dearest Dawg,

I can imagine myself kissing your Furry body and slathering
you with ketchup and Puppy Food. Your eyes are my
anchor in the thick swamp of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your fedora, bring your crazy pants, and we will celebrate our turbulant love together.

Yours lavishly,

Star
 
Dear Billy Bob,

I think I like you, but I am not sure about our fucked up
relationship. I do like your lips, and the sight of you
in your jeans and tight t-shirt is better than TV, no, I mean even better than the Internet. In fact, I will give up netsurfing for a sexy as fuck evening with you. I will bring the blood, and you can bring the pussy. Or maybe we will go out. Or maybe you will decide.

Yours undecidedly,

Angelina
 
Dearest Dawg,

I can imagine myself kissing your Furry body and slathering
you with ketchup and Puppy Food. Your eyes are my
anchor in the thick swamp of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your fedora, bring your crazy pants, and we will celebrate our turbulant love together.

Yours lavishly,

Star
 
Why does this sound like something that might actually happen to me????


Dearest ****,

I can imagine myself kissing your perfect body and slathering
you with various oils and pizza. Your lips are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your boxers, bring your toe,
and we will celebrate our clandestine love together.

Yours tremblingly,

Jane
 
Dear One Who Knows,

My love, we are like Beatrice and Dante; Dido and Aeneas. As
sure as angular momentum is conserved, our teasing love will
endure the entropy of the universe. Your eyes are as moving
as Bach's ascending canon. Please meet me in your nudity at the
laboratory. We will study your popcorn and analyze the composition
of pizza.

Yours sweetly,

Rosie
 
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Dear Billy Bob Joe Sue Bob,

I have enjoyed our relationship for the past few eons, but fear
that we have soared to exuberant heights only to alight upon
a plateau of horniness. It would have been better to have just
remained friends, but alas, our passion prevailed.

Now, it is time for you to remove your smelly socks from
my closet and to detach your annoying pet frog from my leg.
I will mourn the loss of your uvula, as it is etched in my mind forever.

angularly yours,

Martha Ray Clyde
 
Dear Titty Terra,

You are a swedish fish. Remember the time I saw a seagull fly out of
your eyes? You comforted me with your mustard and horseradish until
I thought I spied your nothing draped across the equator. But
the asphalt still flickers with our creative love.

Yours deliciously,

Surreal Sue
 
Dearest Star,

I can imagine myself kissing your gorgeous body and slathering
you with various oils and meat. Your legs are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your crazy pants, bring your paws,
and we will celebrate our sexual love together.

Yours lickingly,

Dawg
 
Dear dickshit,

I have enjoyed our relationship for the past few nanoseconds, but fear
that we have soared to exuberant heights only to alight upon
a plateau of pissed off. It would have been better to have just
remained friends, but alas, our passion prevailed.

Now, it is time for you to remove your revolting boxers from
my closet and to detach your annoying pet beaver from my leg.
I will mourn the loss of your ass, as it is etched in my mind forever.

absolutely yours,

celia
 
Dear big poppa the pantie droppa,

My love, we are like Beatrice and Dante; Dido and Aeneas. As
sure as angular momentum is conserved, our undying love will
endure the entropy of the universe. Your lips are as moving
as Bach's ascending canon. Please meet me in your ladies running shorts at the
laboratory. We will study your kickstand and analyze the composition
of shrimp alfredo.

Yours giggly,

amelia
 
celiaKitten said:
Dear dickshit,

I have enjoyed our relationship for the past few nanoseconds, but fear
that we have soared to exuberant heights only to alight upon
a plateau of pissed off. It would have been better to have just
remained friends, but alas, our passion prevailed.

Now, it is time for you to remove your revolting boxers from
my closet and to detach your annoying pet beaver from my leg.
I will mourn the loss of your ass, as it is etched in my mind forever.

absolutely yours,

celia
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Whatever the background, well put celia. You've inspired me. Back soon with my own...
 
Dearest Stiffy,

I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine -- have I not kept the vow?
With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
I call the phantoms of our steak hours
Each from his voiceless building: they have in visioned bowers
Of smokin' zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the devilish night
They know that never joy illumed my hands
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
Your boxers from a dark slavery

Yours delightfully,

Loosey
 
Dearest You know who you are,

I can imagine myself kissing your kind body and slathering
you with various oils and Tex-Mex. Your eyes are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your nothing, bring your kiwi fruit,
and we will celebrate our intermittant love together.

Yours vigorously,

binkley
 
Dear ****,

You are a book. Remember the time I saw a seagull fly out of
your eyes? You comforted me with your chocolate until
I thought I spied your polo shirt draped across the equator. But
the asphalt still flickers with our intense love.

Yours delectably,

cutie pie
 
Dearest Mick,

I can imagine myself kissing your funny body and slathering
you with various oils and weiner scnhitzel. Your red hair are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your thong, bring your lawnmower,
and we will celebrate our hot love together.

Yours spasmodically,

Ima Lech
 
Dearest sexy-girl,

I can imagine myself kissing your sexy body and slathering
you with various oils and ice cream. Your lips are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your boots, bring your candle,
and we will celebrate our non-existant love together.

Yours sweetly,

Never
 
Dear Sugar Doll,

I think I like you, but I am not sure about our lengthy
relationship. I do like your face, and the sight of you
in your garters is better than TV, no, I mean even better than
the Internet. In fact, I will give up netsurfing for a girly
evening with you. I will bring the international stamp, and you can bring the
cookies. Or maybe we will go out. Or maybe you will decide.

Yours scientifically,

Moustaffa
 
:eek: ice cream ... that is the next step after yogurt ... thank you for the wonderful poem never

i am here holding the candle shielding the flame frightened if it should go out our love would flutter away like the flicking flame ... and then i wouldn't get ice cream *pout* :)
 
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