Dear Pauline,
My desire for you is like an illegal immigrant trying to get into Australia. I long for the soft caress of your touch and no law or border can stop this urge.
A fire burns in my soul that seeks a stronger flame to fuel my aspirations. This flame is your hair, burning like a roaring bushfire under the Australian sun.
The stars have aligned like the Southern Cross, setting my destiny towards your bright glow.
The globalists may call us crazy, but we’re not the only ones.
From your secret admire,
Charlie Vayne
PS: I am unvaccinated so therefore my seed is still pure.
