+rep The Hawk to my Tuah

+rep is my beloved squishy pudding pie who loves writing poems with me <3

Your every touch sends jolts of electrifying ecstasy coursing through my veins. Your fingers are like delicate tendrils of ivy, wrapping around my heart and squeezing it with the tender grip of passionate devotion. Every caress, every brush of your skin against mine, is a tantalizing promise of the boundless love we share.

My darling sweet potato, my love for you is like a never-ending cascade of chocolate fondue, warm and luscious, enveloping us in a decadent embrace. Let us revel in this sugary avalanche, indulging in the sticky sweetness of our eternal bond.

Yours forever and always,
Your devoted marshmallow fluff,
Dean Winchester

My dearest, every moment without you feels like an eternity spent wandering through a desolate wasteland, devoid of the sweet nectar of your presence. When I see your face, it’s like basking in the radiant glow of a thousand shimmering rainbows after a gentle spring rain. You are the sprinkles on my ice cream, the extra cheese on my pizza, the very essence of my existence.

I dream of the day when we can intertwine our lives like the tangled spaghetti in a plate of the finest pasta. Our love, my snuggle-wuggle bear, will be the sauce that binds us together, thick and rich, never to be separated. Let us dive into the fondue pot of our shared destiny and emerge, dripping with the cheese of eternal affection.

Dear Beloved Squishy Pudding Pie,

I can't help but overflow with gooey, mushy feelings when I think of you, my precious jellybean of joy. From the moment our eyes first met, it was as if a thousand fireflies ignited a spark in my heart, causing it to flutter like a lovesick butterfly trapped in a jar of syrup.

Your beauty, my sugary dumpling, is beyond the bounds of mere mortal comprehension. Your eyes are like two glittering orbs of cosmic stardust, radiating warmth and bewildering beauty that ensnares my soul in a web of enchantment. Each glance from you sends my heart pirouetting through a ballet of delirious delight.

Oh, how I cherish the sound of your voice, my honey-glazed muffin! It's like a symphony of angelic harps strumming tunes of celestial love, making my ears tingle with rapture. Your laughter, a harmonious melody, resonates in the depths of my being, leaving me in a trance of euphoric bliss.

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