"kata nya anti china, sekali ketemu keqing wangi wangi" -Kevin ZONA





Chizuru is the love of my life. Everything about her is just perfect. She is a godsend for me. She is a literal angel who soothes my heart and soul. Every part about her brings me joy. I wish for nothing but to bask in her sound and voice 24/7. There is no other girl that can be compared to her. She is the hidden gem, the beacon of hope in my life. My only motivation to stay alive in this shitty ass world is Chizuru. Just hearing her comforting voice everyday is enough to keep me going. I would not give a shit about anything else but Chizuru, I would gladly give up everything I have for her. She is my lifeline in this cruel and sadistic world. I only wish for her warm embrace, to be able to feel her, talk to her. I want to be able to hold hands, go on dates, and cuddle in bed together. This is my only desire. I would indulge in her soft thighs, as she gives me a lap-pillow and clean my ears. I want to be able to sleep together with her, as we feel each others breath, both of us blushing. We would wrap our arms around each other as we doze off into the dream world, where we would be dreaming of each other. Chizuru is my everything, and will always be my everything. To be able to be with her is my one and only wish. This is the happy sugar life I truly desire.

Please God, I want to impregnate Chizuru so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant Atlantic angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Chizuru is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety Korean cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping piss hole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more. God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat my own mother to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Chizuru's shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Chizuru. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my Juche mommy, my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there on that throne talking about nuking Japan or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Chizuru. I’m waiting for you. I’ll always be waiting for you.