Topic: Poems for internet girls (are you one?) | |
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God sauce,
if you are real, or fake, what difference, does it really make, when all I am doing, is shu'ing away, the time until sleep I can fall into? I've been to bed in so many ways, but never asked anybody to stay, because dream-encounters, should never last. And I can't guarantee, that I would also! Know that I am down, not for naughty times with pee, but just me, fully for anything- my offer, and if you can't feel, that I am being legit here, Reply? don't even bother... ------------- ----- Hey, I am def. down for just chilling out cool, nashing the feathers and whatnot. I am 21 and safe and all of that, With documentation if necessary. But since you said just hanging out, I likely wouldn't have to pull doctor papers out. But still I haven't watched movies in a while, because that is usually not worth my time, but if I had a cute lass, to sit right beside, I don't see how it could be such a big crime! Anyway, I won't hide any problems I have, because I don't really do drugs or smoke or drink, But I would love to talk to you, or wash vegetables in your sink (what? I am a vegetarian type of guy) So if you are wondering anything else about me, reply, email, or simply drop on by, but you would have to host, as My post is currently occupied, by eyes that would have more than once spied, and that is just not how A guest should be treated, Instead, a warm smile and welcoming arms, should be how a friendly girl is greeted, And that is how I want to meet you, If but only, in this age of internet scares, to my heart you can see this email through. ----- ---------- So, I hear you want a fling, Well, unknown darlin', those can sometimes sting. The act itself, can be beautiful, but is so oft perverted with emotional strings, So I agree with you there, And if seems like I am only trying to woo you, Well, little one, isn't that fair? And not having a clue about who you are, that is what makes the best of the fun in the sun, Memories born to fade, please do let me make you into one, before your dancing body dissolves into the shade, under the tree which makes all selfsame. |
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