I met you when I was browsing the internet

I met you when I was browsing the internet, when I entered, I was shocked...

The lyrics were so raw, so real, so dirty; and yet something happened in my crotch and it began to get wet, after reading some of your letters I ran to close the door to my room and I could only play with my hands until I was panting wetly and ironically, wanting to continue.

Then one day I came across your live by chance and while I saw your half-shaved beard, your hoarse voice and that face, God that face, your hands and then when you read some of your lyrics... I don't know what happened I sent you an image As you requested it, I was yours in that moment, I wanted to be one of the protagonists of your dirty writings, even now writing this I feel like I can't take it anymore, my legs play and my hands remove my panties while they themselves go up and start playing with my lips while with the door closed I read another of your writings and finish; once again, panting and wishing the scratchiness of your beard to walk the road to Venus and imagine your hands while in my mind you are my cursed lord, mine for a moment