A Fairy Tale About the Body

Dear Princes and King and the holy spirit,

It happened some time ago. I felt an erg to meet her, to know why is she so perfect. Her hair looked lovely that day. I could feel her dwaine power over other people. She was sparkling in the sun shine. My need was growing. Her skin was so soft. Oh, dear. How I loved her. The cold metal table was like a lovely dish plate. She knew I was looking at her, she posed for me. I looked around the rood. The small table near by had lots of sharp objects. It seemed to tempting to try one. So I did. Slowly I sank one in to her, I puled.. she didn't mind. She was smiling. She was forever my. She, the perfect little princes was feeling my cold steel.

Good Night,

Dietich