Dear Ms. J K Rowling. We muggles are not a bad kind of people. We are Godly, Caring and Compassionate. I don’t want to become rich and famous by selling my soul to the Devil. I am sad that you are turning the young ones to Witchcraft and the Occult. As a Muggle, I work hard to earn my living and I prefer not to become a slave of your hyped entertainment. What does the Bible have to say of witchcraft? The Bible cautions people asking them not dabble in Witchcraft and the Occult. What disturbs me most is you are turning little ones away from faith. Again your novels are an escapism from the realities of life. I write this letter a concerned father.
Dearest Darling Honey, how was your day darling. Well I woke early in the morn had coffee and meditated upon dawn. I hope your day went off well. Honey, I miss you so much. Beloved, I long to make sweet love to you. The nights we spent in Kuala Lumpur were so erotic, so tender, so passionate. Darling honey, I miss you so much. Passion vibrates from the heart. Your body is a musical fountain. I long to drink your passionate orifices. I long for you so much. We have been in love for so many years. Our souls, our bodies, long for each other. Sweet is your tender love. Love has been music, an emotional bonding between us. Passion lives in the heart. Let me melt your lips with sweet kisses. Let me embrace you with loving passion. Let me make love to you like erotic music. I long to be with you in Kuala Lumpur. My nights are so cold without you. Your breasts are an art, warm soaking melons. Your nipples are oodles of sweet affection. How I love fondling your pussy hair ….inserting my tongue deep into your crevices and orgasming you to lyric of poetry.