This is the kind of poetry you would write if you were mashed up on ecstacy pills, crack and absinthe. This was originally written as a joke but for some reason, people are actually using it to send erotic, emo poems to each other. Personally I wouldn't touch it, unless I was deeply in love with a beautiful, tall, slim girl who had a really good sense of humour and zero temper... (*sigh* Easter bunny, tooth fairy, Santa Claus, etc).
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Thy heart is the parchment upon which I burn these words of lust with the quill of passion
One moment of passion upon thy winged scent of love, sends warm rushes of blood to thirsty loins
Even the flowers, envy thy luscious fragrance and bow down to worship thee, should you grace them with your presence
Oh dear sweet lover! To woo you. To kiss you. To touch you, is all this humble servant lives for
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