I'd like to meet.
In person.
As soon as possible. I'm not
looking for a pen pal.
We have to check, you know,
the chemistry. The pheromones.
Whether your eyes are really
that green; whether your tits
are really that huge. I'm not big
into messaging. Words aren't
my thing. I like to get face
to face. Breath to breath.
It's all about compatibility.
It is. I can't disagree. I am looking
for the ying to my yang. The fierce
sun to my feminine moon.
The ketchup to my bacon
sandwich.
But I can already tell, from those
innocent, innocuous,
words in your profile, that we
aren't a match. You don't
like words, and words
are my world. They are fire,
and arousal. Squirming
in my seat,
Panting, my cheeks red and my cunt
wet. That's what words
do to me. More than your smile,
more than your cock. More
than anything. So if you
aren't willing to tease me and
taunt me with words, draw
me in with them, capture
my imagination with them,
then we are not a match
and there is no need to meet
face to face.
Thank you
for your consideration.
