I'll seek and find you. I'll take you to bed and have my way with you. I'll make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan. I'll make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop. I'll exhaust you to the point that you'll be relieved when I'm finished with you. And, when I'm done, you'll be weak for days.
All my love, The Flu
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