Calculate ThisBaby, why are you taunting mewith that slide rule hanging from your tan pants,hypnotizing me with harmonic sequencesand the integrals of inverse tangents.My luv for u is a sine wave,diverging, not converging.The limit for our passion D.N.E.and my horniness is surging.Cum on girl and show meyer tits that circumscribeyour titalicious nipplesor whatever, I don’t know,just sit on my balls, girl.Do me sweet lady.
Robert's Rules of OrderFor jumping on your bed at 8PM while the neighbors play a little IDM.For laying in the shower shaving your calves,deliberating fondly on all your must-haves.For standing in line in the grocery storegazing at the sloppy hanging buttcheeks of an under-dressed whore.For feeling excitement surge through your veins,the words emptied from your mouth, you smile,not feeling the slightest bit of refrain.
Existential ThereWe've reviewed the x-raysand we think we knowwhat's wrong with you.
TouchMy legs wrapped looselyover your lap,fingers weavingwith frantic wanderlustthrough an intoxicating,aromaticthicket of tresses. Longing to get lost,yearning to yield,craving to clutch your lipsto my pulsing, pounding chest.