Please God, I want to impregnate Hitagi so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant white angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union
I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich coconut milk from her boobs.
She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.
My queen, my goddess, the light of my life.
I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.
I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
I would beat my own mother to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Hitagi's shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she gave me permission.
I would overthrow government if I had a chance to speak with her. I would end my life just for her. I would get on ground, bark like a dog, roll over and listen to all of her commands. I would eat my own shit if she asked me to. I would wear collar and let her walk me in public.
I would become her personal towel, lick every drop of sweat off her body and dry her after every shower. I would never get bored of seeing her beautiful, angelic, holy body. To me she would be the only person in the whole universe.
I love you, Hitagi. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there on that debate stage talking about Syria or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Hitagi
I’ll always be waiting.