Monday, January 3

automatic love-poem

i found a love poem generator.
it's hot!

This night I shall dream of your great avocado plump frangipanni.
Once again, this night as all nights, I long to sip from your cello-pink lips.
In my dreams we fly on the exquisite birding tit skirt of love, skimming vast continents of meat hats and calfs.
The seas shall never separate our oils.
Its waters wave like small nipple angels greeting us from afar.
We shall feast on chocolate-coated brassiere and tender wine hearts of love.
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our grunts from our frangipannis.
I shall hold your cello against my nipple-muffin so that our oils melt into one.

hey ladies!


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