Everyone has their imperfections, but I've learned to love her's.  She is perfection in my eyes.

Sometimes I can't even get a hold of myself when I'm with her.  I'm always thinking about her.  Her legs must be sore all the time because she is always running in my mind.  Sometimes I just want to hold her forever.

I would bend over backwards to be with her.  When we are together, I love every moment.  If I were ever to lose her, there is no doubt in my mind that she would be the one that got away.

"He was the fire ... restless and wild
And you were like a moth ... to that flame"

I'm so romantic.

Now starting from the bottom, take the bold words and put them together.

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I was making love to a foreign princess and she kept on repeating, "You dick black man!"  I figured she meant she wanted a threesome with a black man, but I only have them with other women.  If there was another guy there, he would feel inadequate because of my size.

Valentine's day is coming up, I know all you sexy women out there want to be my Valentine...

Every woman I've met has told me that I am "the One."

All the princesses that I've romanced were always kinkier if they wore hoop earrings.  What do you think?

Here's one of my many experiences with a princess wearing enormous hoop earrings.  Not only were they huge, she was wearing double.  After our romantic date, she couldn't wait to get to my place (just like all of my first dates).  She "wanted" to see my guitar collection.  She got the opportunity to hear my angelic yet masculine voice sing a song I've been working on.  One thing led to another and before you know it, we're on my silk sheets kissing passionately.  She took charge and demanded that I "fuck her in the ass." 

Afterwards, I thought we were done, but she still continued!  These lyrics kept playing in my head over and over again: "She put it in her mouth!"  I figured that since I always eat extremely high quality, fresh, and expensive foods combined with my fast metabolism, my fecal matter was just like slightly old food homeless people ate.  I was going to grab the hoops like handles and use them to control her head movement, but my strong grip would surely have warped them.

I usually give a goodnight kiss after dropping off my dates, but this time I didn't.  It just made her want me more.  She was one of those shy library type girls.  Wouldn't expect that from those types, huh?

A few of you may be wondering what happend to my princess.  I tried to keep it private, but I guess I'll make it public.  My beautiful princess died.  After a few months of making love, she started to show strange symptoms.  I won't get into the gory details, but it wasn't pretty.  Very strange, because she was perfectly healthy when I met her.  I've been with thousands of women, but this is the first time it happend (that I know about).

Actually, I've known a few sexy princesses that seem to have disappeared from the face of the planet after finding out that she wasn't fit for me.  Women are always depressed when I break up with them, but a last intense love session always puts a smile on their face.

I'm a strong manly man with a sensitive side.  I usually do not cry at all, but the day she was gone, I did.  I was so sad that I bought some Virginia Slims and smoked them.  The only other time I've cried was when I got a horrible haircut.  My hair just wouldn't cooperate!

Now I'm over it, she may be gone, but not forgotten.  Now I'll be cruising the streets while all the sexy princesses throw themselves at me.  I just now hope all the haters don't try to get physical just because their girls are swooning for me!