Remain silent...

Irma, My Waussie,

Just because she moved, It doesn't mean that I stopped loved her, And my love suddenly was gone, No way sweetie surely not. There was no doubt to give up my love for her. Now she gets a kind of love poem weekly, I've been writing a long time about a certain love, My dear. In loving thought I saw her standing here in front of me. She had wet shiny eyes and I felt her grief, Her inner pain.

Even if she lives a few miles from here. I've read a hundred times the letters she wrote to me at that time. Yes she knows that I still need her, After all these years. Please hold me, Hold me firmly, Put your arms around me, And uses your charm all over it, Sweetheart. Oo, My goodness, I want to taste a salty lick of her goddess body, It pleased my mind. Please dear satisfies my soul, You make me feel like slow dancing.

But dearest my feet and my heart want it all night long. I want to run my fingers through your beautiful blonde silky hair. But sometimes it is better to remain silent, About feelings for a woman. Because it will hurt if they hear it, But even less of understanding. But she is so seductive, I will probably not be good enough, for such a love,

Irma, My Waussie, As that of her.