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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As Winter spreads her icy wings, within the midst of lust and her embrace

I would die to feel thy velvet touch. Floating like a a cushion of air around my neck

With the light of love as my guide, the feather of angels as my pen, and the blood of Aphrodite as ink, I weave my thoughts for you

Tis only the thunderous, lust-tipped arrow of Eros, to which my hunger driven loins awaken like a virile Bull

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