My dear Hacker, my dear.. dear hacker... I am so glad you feel the same way! My love for you is like a love for poutine. You're hot, you're smoking and the idea of feeling you melt in my grasp is something that I simply cannot resist. The heat of your touch gives me goosebumps, and the idea of tasting your fluids pushes me to the edge, and then teasingly pulls me back. The idea of slowly digesting you, stuffting you out and then going out to buy you once again is one that long lives in the back of my mind, but what make's it worth all the time and effort is the memories we've shared together. I love you hacker. Truly, I do.
