The Hall of Shame ~ Part XV

Fifteen! This makes fifteen Hall of Shame blogs . . . and they just keep on coming! I have to confess that this particular offender has been sitting in my Inbox for a couple of weeks now . . . and continues to send me ridiculous emails on a regular basis. Truthfully, more than anything, they amuse me . . . although it is definitely not his intention. Sadly, he is continuously hoping to ‘woo’ me with his words. It is soooo not going to happen!

Enjoy the poetry . . . it’s M’m! M’m! Good! If he lights your fire, let me know and I’ll hook you up with him!

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From: donelle passion

Subject: a poem for a nice lady

jenny of my erotic lover..by donelle.
the woman of my dreams,
how in a 1000 worlds
of sensual and hot lust
can one woman have so much?
how can one woman be filled
with so much passion?... so
many ways to satisfy...so
many ways to kiss and
create magical fire...how
can one woman be so perfect
in her every tender touch
and word?...the only way
you my goddess from eros
can have so much is because
of your free spirit and
desire to be who and what
you are...you are total woman

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The woman of his dreams? The poor guy must suffer from night terrors if I am the woman of his dreams. I feel sorry for him!

How can one woman be so perfect in her every tender touch and word? How would you know freakazoid? I have never (and will never) touch nor speak with you! Derp!

So, I am really and truly not going to shred this guy into pieces. But, seriously, I am not one of those women that is deeply moved by poetry. And, even if I was, I think that it is absurd to send bits of nonsense like this to random people! I am 100% positive that every woman on this guy’s friend list received the poem, which definitely doesn’t make me feel special . . . but since he did take the few seconds out of his life to type my name in at the beginning, he does deserve some special credit.

I’m still in stitches over here . . . and I hope that you were as amused by this drone as I was.

Yours,
Jenny of My Erotic Lover
*collapses on the floor with laughter *