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{{quote|I’d lay her down caress her gently tickle her fancy; have her tickle my fancy, and give it to her with the learned lonely experience I’ve endured.|Tickling, that sounds innocent. :3}} | {{quote|I’d lay her down caress her gently tickle her fancy; have her tickle my fancy, and give it to her with the learned lonely experience I’ve endured.|Tickling, that sounds innocent. :3}} | ||
A poem by Chris, written on [[2007#December|December 30 2007]] | A poem by Chris, written on [[2007#December|December 30 2007]]. This poem proves early evidence of Chris's obsession for sex. | ||
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A poem by Chris, written on December 30 2007. This poem proves early evidence of Chris's obsession for sex.
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For My True Love, I Would…
A message from what’s left of my heart and soul,
by Christian Weston Chandler, December 30, 2007
For my true love, I'd treat her tenderly, sweetly, gently...like a summer breeze. I'd caress her skin gently with my strong fingers. I'd take her to eat and provide for her to my ability. I'd start small at McDonalds, then let it get better in due time. When the mood is right, I'd wisk her in my arms, and lift her up in sweet gentleness. I would share with her the BEST kiss of my life, and hopefully hers, since it would be the first of my life. I would do for her as much as I am able to in getting her the she desires. Every day, I would try to make her smile with a jest, a spark, or a tender massage. If she is willing to allow the pleasure, I’d lay her down caress her gently tickle her fancy; have her tickle my fancy, and give it to her with the learned lonely experience I’ve endured. But I digress on that. Most importantly, I would hang on to her every word of her life tales, er feelings, her troubled times, and I’d share my condolences accordingly. And I can hope she would be willing to do the same for me. I am nothing without this woman, so I hope and pray that she will stay to love me for me, as I would stay with her for her. “I LOVE YOU” would be shared daily with a French side dish. J I am her soldier, to do for her as she sees fit.