Greetings Ms. Jackson, It is my hopes that this letter find you right for the picking entangled in your own selfish thoughts and desires. Longing for deepness, meekness, dressed in sheep clothing, erotic thoughts in your head that only you're knowing. Mental eruptions lead to compulsively stressing, over words. Strungout over words, craving for words, she'll put out over words. Haven't you heard? Pleasure is faceless, thoughts are erotic, touch is contagious, sex is methodic. Words make it feel better, mind stimulation, engaged in self pleasure, patiently waiting, for me. Passion, sweat, leading, follow, nectar, pride, swallow. While touching, she's blushing, she's horny, she's wet, she's naughty by nature her weakness is sex. The smell of sex, taste of sex, sounds of sex, freaky b*@#$. But don't disrespect her, protect her, endure, give in when she's fiending and begging for more. For secrets untold she proves loyal, when bulls@_t unfold she proves loyal. Brought up to behave, intellectual ways, but she's gotta have it she's spoiled.