'Tis the season
I will seek 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 Iām
finished with you.
And when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu 