Plain though it is, I love it and always will. It may be petite and upholds a diminutive stature, yet the awesome complexity of its majestic structure speaks of some hidden soul beneath. At some point, its awing majesty portrays it to be vast, high and silent, a phenonemom not to be disrespected. It has the calibre of an Emperor, and the pride of a pauper. I call on it on a frequent basis, on the pretext of checking on it.

One moment of weakness and a few badly chosen actions done in haste without thinking on my part would unleash its fury, the supreme ruler of its dynasty. It's two concubines would no longer have the power over it, relentlessly praying that the dragon would be kept in its cage. Very often, with the dragon released and its immeasurable capacity of lava and fire being spilled out of it's arbitrarily tiny mouth, loud screams and groans would be heard, wreaking havoc in the hearts of its tiny citizens. Millions of its citizens that dwell in the dragon's lair would be released, controlled by its two concubines. This is where chronic adrenaline rush is felt, and gone in an instance. The dragon, however, seemed to be controlled by his puppet-master. Depending on the masters' commands, which are physical and could be pretty rough and violent at times, the dragon wreaks fear into the hearts of many, spilling out its destructive beverages.

In layman terms, the whole process that you have just heard is called an orgasm. The emperor, the dragon, and the two concubines happen to be little josh and its two compatriots below it.

Should you have any enquiries about the process, be it wanting to see the whole process live in person or making the process happen for me, feel free to tag me. I'll be available 24/7. I'm on the quest to experience more excitements in life.

Do you see the similarities?

She is the epitome of perfection, and the embodiment of hope. She seemed like the 9th Wonder of the world. She has every physical quality and attribute that constitutes to the word 'beauty'. Her mere presence exudes an aura so divine and unmitigated, it attracts the attention of swarms of hungry men. She is no doubt the source of aesthethic admiration, and the pillar of intellectual appreciation.

These were the orchestra of emotions that filled my pumping ventricles when i first had a glance at this extraordinary lady at Clarke Quay. She was tall, elegant and well-poised as she leaned against a large pillar. She was definitely a million rungs hotter than the average female.

Being a male with hormones that rages so bad, i couldnt take my eyes off her. I even went to the extent of getting nearer to take a closer look at her impeccable facial features (and body parts, ofcourse). I even pretended to walk past her. I inched closer, camping at a dark corner watching her. I had to admire her from head to toe, and BOY, was i proud of my manhood.

Minutes later, she took out a ciggaratte and ransacked her LV bag frantically, probably looking for a lighter. Having realised that she did not have one, she waited for a passerby to borrow a lighter from.

As she approached a passerby and opened her mouth to speak, my hair immediately stood on its ends. A fucking cold chill went down my spine. My heart missed a few beats and I believed it stopped pumping. She had a male voice. IT sounded like a cow being slaughtered and as i looked closer at IT, ITS face seemed like a walking cosmetic set. IT's so heavily made up, you could blow on ITS face and experience a sandstorm, i mean a powderstorm. It was a fucking tranny. Argh. I felt so disgusted having admired a male from head to toe that it had an effect on my little josh. It couldnt function as an Eifle Tower for the next few days.

From that day onwards, I became very wary towards people that i'm checking out. What a lesson. Fuck.

Dear Dayana,

It has been several months and i can no longer hide the feelings i have for you. Loving someone has never been this easy.

I simply adore the way you look. It's impossible to describe your flawless features in words. You are indeed a creature made in heaven, a girl born to be died for. Your large, sparkly eyes are so infectious that it turns me on every single time i see you, and i am sure this effect works even towards the gayest of men. Your cute round-shaped ears never fail to remind me of all the goodness and serenity that exist in this round-shaped world. The gentle and intricate way that your ears move and flutter as you smile creates a chain effect involving other cute and round-shaped organs in my body to move and vibrate simultanaeously, in collaboration with your ear movements. Your nose is so vibrant and angelic that a nose-fetish cult has been formed, with me as their leader. Your lips, ohhhh your lips. No plastic surgeon in this world can operate on anyone's lips to be like yours. No one comes close, not even JayZ. Your lips should be the poster advertisement for the movie "Deep-Throat". It will definitely attract more viewership. No one in this world have a body as perfect as yours. Why didn't you sign up for Victoria's Secret and make guys like me spill popcorn and go on our knees drooling while watching you parade on the catwalk?

The first time i saw you, i thought that you might be Japanese from the state of Hiroshima, cause baby, your're definitely da BOMB. Your someone i would love to spend my life with. However, I am afraid of your dad, as he might be a terrorist. Do you know why? Cause his baby girl is a fucking nuclear warhead. Your the reason why global warming has occurred. You're so hot, it's heating up my sperms and disintegrating them.

Oh Dayana. You are perfect in every aspect. Sadly, you do have ONE MAJOR FLAW. And that's your address. It has to be the same as mine Dayana. I love you many many.

Yours Lovingly,
Joshua.