My Dearest Darling Daniel

What a glorious summer garden we have! Even though the sun is barely up, and you, you lazy bones, lie fast asleep in our comfy bed, the flowers are awakening. The blooms stretch up, eager to start their day, and each one makes me think of your not-so-sleepy cock, erecting itself into a full-fledged boner. Could you be dreaming of me! I surely hope so!

The dew wet grass feels good beneath my feet. The rusty, penis-color drain plate feels good, too. Do you like when my toes stroke your seam? I’m thinking about that now. The cap darkening from the pleasure. The hint of gleam at the cute little slit.