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hey baby gurl
would you like to suck
me dry until the world
stops?

>>9720938
My god, man! This is so degenerate. Did you even read the perimeters? This woman is no cow, she is an angel!

>>9720905

poems won't get you laid sperg. be assertive and no bullshit. save the romance for the one that becomes your gf and shows you that she is down and wants to stick around, until then fuck a bitch. don't even give them the time of day.

>>9720952
Should i quote Nietzsche instead?

>Had we but world enough and time,
>This coyness, lady, were no crime.
>We would sit down, and think which way
>To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
>Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
>Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
>Of Humber would complain. I would
>Love you ten years before the flood,
>And you should, if you please, refuse
>Till the conversion of the Jews.
>My vegetable love should grow
>Vaster than empires and more slow;
>An hundred years should go to praise
>Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
>Two hundred to adore each breast,
>But thirty thousand to the rest;
>An age at least to every part,
>And the last age should show your heart.
>For, lady, you deserve this state,
>Nor would I love at lower rate.
> But at my back I always hear
>Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
>And yonder all before us lie
>Deserts of vast eternity.
>Thy beauty shall no more be found;
>Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
>My echoing song; then worms shall try
>That long-preserved virginity,
>And your quaint honour turn to dust,
>And into ashes all my lust;
>The grave’s a fine and private place,
>But none, I think, do there embrace.
> Now therefore, while the youthful hue
>Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
>And while thy willing soul transpires
>At every pore with instant fires,
>Now let us sport us while we may,
>And now, like amorous birds of prey,
>Rather at once our time devour
>Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
>Let us roll all our strength and all
>Our sweetness up into one ball,
>And tear our pleasures with rough strife
>Through the iron gates of life:
>Thus, though we cannot make our sun
>Stand still, yet we will make him run.