Curse him...

Irma, My Waussie,

He continued thinking of their endless talking. He never wanted to leave her. What will he do if she just looks at him again, And once more deliciously tempting on the crazy way says. O, Yeah Come here, Cuddle and French me deep and intense, My dear. He knows she do not hear it often, Affectionate cuddly names, He also knows that she smiles, Knowing she laughts from inside around her heart.When she hears it, Hey chick still good looking, Just from.

It was summer again because of that women. And that crazy feeling of intense love for her, Everything came back to mind. As if they never left, Never. Thousand letters he sent to her, Night and day he could not sleep. It is almost certain that heavenly feeling with an eye on him, Has created her to be together. And even how beautiful he, Barry White songs sings for her. There is probaraly no man like him, Who loves her so damn much.

It will be better she says, Just for the love. Maybe somewhere else, Later on . Even though He had to get to know better, And if He does well to think of it, While he knows it's maybe better that he,s actually need to forget everything. Even knowing his heart is torn a part, Believe it dear, He waits, And he will probably wait for her, To wait or not to wait, That's always a decision of the heart, Which is above the intellect ability, To wait for, Her tenderness

Irma, My Waussie, Or will she curse him quietly.