You were my dreams last night, . . .It was a storm raining with passion and thundering with emoticons yearning for each others touch. You were typing to me about how you had always dreamt of the day when your knight in shining myspace layout would friend request you. With all of my endearment I pleaded with you to no longer be shy, . . . let go, . . . and add me. And you let go. Oh yes, you did. I was showered with the most heart felt secrets behind a New Comments click. And a frolic through your personal details left me imagining the day when we would both share each others married status.But then one night I didn't recieve your reply to my Message entitled, . . . "Damn, your back tastes good. Spread'em because it's time for my desert". Sad but, understanding on just patiently waited for your reply. But that night turned into two nights which then turned into three nights. Oh, the etc. were increasingly painful. I was so lost. You hadn't even logged in those days. I was concerned for you. There was also a pain in my heart left wanting. Would I ever read from you again?I was crushed. I couldn't surf the internet. I stopped logging into my e-mail accounts. It was cyber tragedy and I was shutting off. All I could afford each day was to see if my lost love had wrote me back.And when I thought all was lost, I turned on my computer for what I thought was going to be my last time, . . . the time I chose to end it all and just close my myspace account. This was my lonely friend, The End. Butt, . . . to my surprise, my account had a new message, . . . AND IT WAS YOU, . . . AND YOU HAD A STORY FOR ME.Apparently your computer had fucked up royally while trying to install the new webcam you bought for me so you could do a dirty little strip tease nightly for me to the smooth funkadelic jam flow in the back glow. And there were nudie pictures enclosed. >crying< Your mammels fucking rule, baby!!! You were sorry that it took you so long to get a new computer but you needed to take the time to just work through this communication breakdown and buy the right computer, . . . for us, . . . one that ensuredly won't ever allow this to ever happen to us ever again.Ever ever.So your hips, . . . they swayed.My dick, . . . it chaffed.Our love, . . . it melted throguh the co-axle.I woke up, life was sweet, zippa dee doo da was the theme and I smilied gloriously thinking of the day when your body will have me over for dinner and desert.
