Another e-mail
We are about to leave PPTH and head for Point Pleasant.
I just want to inform about the mail I got...
It's a creepy poem....
I......
Lick your lips,
Kiss your nose.
Breathing over your eyes,
As I head over to your ear.
Sliding my body onto yours gently.
Soft moans in your ear,
Whispering your name.
The passion,
The affection,
The meaning,
The adventure.
To see what I feel.
To succeed is to be there.
To become whole,
One.
No, I don't like it and I don't want stuff like that. Whoever it is: Stop sending e-mails!
I just want to inform about the mail I got...
It's a creepy poem....
I......
Lick your lips,
Kiss your nose.
Breathing over your eyes,
As I head over to your ear.
Sliding my body onto yours gently.
Soft moans in your ear,
Whispering your name.
The passion,
The affection,
The meaning,
The adventure.
To see what I feel.
To succeed is to be there.
To become whole,
One.
No, I don't like it and I don't want stuff like that. Whoever it is: Stop sending e-mails!
posted by Dr. Gregory House at Thursday, November 16, 2006
4 Comments:
Well the poem itself is nice ... but it IS creepy - and I am damn pissed about it!
So am I.
I wish I'd know who this is.
I HATE people who hide theirselves... and make you sick! Remember this idiot with the "stalking"-mails...
Whaaa...
I feel empathy with you.
That's awful!
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