Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.12.153.221
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Can u take boy me for what I am or do u need to fabricate an ego estrogen entity 
to fit yr fee fakemale forum in twat time present and id/ego absent intensity. Do tell howwhatwhatwherewhywhichwatkindhowmanywhose as I am of a different time place evo endeavor, rich in poor so u can take alternative advantage cause u feel infosexsuperior to me mine naked nill sense
with yr ****egg enhancedenvy and frivolous faulted agressive female fervunt. Tame the  delerious diametric dimensions aplenty. Pushed pussy pleasure and feel femimine fornunicatious prowess for yr undiscovered undenying  sadistic only offspring ongoince ocular pursuance negating all elses
in your precocious pretensious postal only psuedo friends that it can't be donated done
in an emoeffort with legs open charmed to a prone proficient practice promise
with giving gonad governance of which I bought into with a Florida filtered fragrance  forgiveness favoring your internal id odd ego conveance only inclination wishwashing countercontrol conscious cerebral crap.
to a wilfull wonderous female who was, as the saying goes,  
willing to give all of herself all to all of me, unbeknowingst to me that it was all a 

post pisces ruse  cancercase in point. pretensious pandering to a boy from Ohio to 
a pussimic promise that reads all to well and
I will liveloveu in always regard less of societal dis regar retard retro renderings; given real or predisposed, contrivent, or nonminent in neutral nature. I givegavegiven up my low life to serve u only u in spite of me and your upper crust crest to be u like u or one 
of u and to lovelittle unbeknowingst a latitude of 30 plus piss yrs and 3 glorious sons later gifted to u       I have only all un's for which to fathershow un     fornicatingly failed in every, according to u, every forgone fatherly catagory. Tminus and 8 yrs as a monk. Tell me who is the unGonad unpotential KING of living oin a monster mommo mode of ugly unforgiveness, un understandings of undeniable undertakings, make all all things unadmirable inadmissible,  yet received all doings undoing. When all of ones self is totaly given to a cause and mutual ego emotion is grounded in guilt laden lunicacy, all is love lost. Individual identity cannot exist withou self sense; so all that is left is  a ghost dead, 
showing no male prowess, nonexistenant, nothing, neverness in being. 
 If I were King with 3 great sons I would be a FreshPrince, a Gonad God, a Semen Sentinel. Long live me? (No Queen intended.)
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required