情慾sms

My sweet poet often writes me something like this:

"my love worms stirs and longs to travel on and around your bosom valley, finally rocking on the sea of love in your cave of wonders."

Then I realize he's my Henry, he's the only person who could understand me, both my literary and erotic desires, and he is the only one that could fulfill them.
The only difference is, there's no more June n not much pain. For this, I'm blessed =)