Shaky Love Notes

My Dear Spicy Tuna Roll,

It's been awhile since I last waffed in the fresh scent of your womanhood. Far too long. Where have the days gone, when we used to fall asleep under the big oak tree in your backyard, waking up to the itchy feeling of ants crawling all over our warm flesh. I miss the way you used to play with your hair, the way you played with my hair, the way you walked, the way I walked, the way we walked together. I still have the pair of acid washed jeans you left at my place the last time I saw you. Occasionally I smell them to remind me of the bittersweet memories. Why won't you love me? Is it my fascination with your scent? I can change that. I really can.

Come back to me my sweet honeydew bubbletea. I will show you how much I've grown, how much I've learned, how much I've missed you. A world without you depresses the hell out of me. I swear to God it does.

Your Penisbutter Cup,
Shaky