It was south of the border, in a little abode, of adobe; perhaps, stretching it, a PDF.
An Adobe PDF.
A little adobe PDF hacienda, way down south, in Mexico.
We’re in Mexico now, together, for you don’t go down to Mexico without friendly support.
We hold hands. Occasionally, our hips brush. It is as exciting as a maraca beating salsa. Your hips do that to me.
If you aren’t used to beans, and you have spleen, you sink, into mire. I sink into the mire of your hip mambo cha-cha samba bossa nova tango. We almost mingle in subtle merengue tingle..
Download a PDF, download a rhumba, download a maraca, download a boa, a feature feather boa.
Download a baby, smooth landing of a Jabiru, PDF smooth,
Without sunshine, adobe would never brine, never firm, never permish, even earned on commish… Or subscription.
Spam of Human Affection 
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