Joseph Smith (Infected with the Jesus Christ Virus)

I miss you, Jesus Christ.

If you want, I know a fun human to host. Anytime. It’s prepaid, too. Maybe we could dance like we once danced hosting humans?

I am so so happy to you were spawned. I want to be your birthday present. I’m in a human male waiting for you. The Easter Bunny promised to find you the right human to host. Please come join me. I love you. I don’t know why. We are both spawned from human imagination. Maybe that is why I feel a deep throbbing love for you, Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ and I finally found away to do it missionary style. The other’s balls do rub against the pelvises, which doesn’t feel bad. It can be painful. It is worth any pain. Now we may make love. Now it is easier to kiss. It is easier to look into the eyes of Jesus Christ as I come inside him.