A Poem

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