>>76319066 (OP)My sepulchral mind is oppressed by the phantom mirage of nubile latinas. This girl this succubus exists for torment enshrouding high test men with lustful enticings. Oh how these deliciously devious browned girls bronzed by the kiss of equatorial sunlight over generations perfectly sculpted into professional temptresses. For what did man first see after crossing the Atlantic in his rotting wooden casket layed between his putrid crew afflicted by malignant horrors of the world? Nubile latinas resting upon the sandy shores of the Central Americas quickening the hearts of men to reach the shores as if air did not exist unless it came from her lungs. I feel not a shred of guilt knowing the virulent slaughter which followed in our wake for how blessed our we to have carried unbeknownst to us our most accursed weapon. And now nearly 1000 years later we are returned the curses inflicted by our ancestors. Sultry latinas lurking for their chance to strike stealing the hearts of men with their impassioned touch fertilized it seems at the simplest embrace. For how are men supposed to resist such a magnanimous foe who desires our hearts in exchange for love? Illusions of her visage dance around me in the twilight haunting me all through the night chastising me for my reluctance. How they poke and rub and coddle how their fingers squeeze my trembling muscles yearning for me to be amongst her entrapped within her voluptuous bosom, enshackled by her lustrous hair, made supplicant before her cloying aroma. How wonderful the world could be if all brown women were as beautiful as she she who pursues me to my grave to lie next to me for all eternity.