My God, one can end up so perverse without really writing anything. A mere poem generator, and by adding all my favourite words:
My Love
Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms horny as the orchid in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a humpback whale at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great willy-wag-tail wing.
I am comforted by your tissue that I carry into the twilight of Friendbeams and hold next to my pimple.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my mole falls from my hat, it reminds me of your goat.
In the quiet, I listen for the last wail of the day.
My heated nut leaps to my berka. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Lisa so that we may hump as one, nut to nut, in search of the magnificient green and mystical pervert of love.
My Love
Your skin glows like the pomegranite, blossoms succulent as the thistle in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your citar voice and leaps like a catterpillar at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great woodpecker wing.
I am comforted by your sock that I carry into the twilight of droolbeams and hold next to my toe nail.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of saliva.
As my cuticle falls from my belt, it reminds me of your band aid.
In the quiet, I listen for the last oink of the day.
My heated cartilidge leaps to my vest. I wait in the moonlight for your secret button so that we may cook as one, cartilidge to cartilidge, in search of the magnificient yellow and mystical hot water bottle of love.
I love you too!
har har har, how wonderfully delicious poetry, I'll tell you what I liked. "leaps like a humpback whales at the whisper of your name" sounds like when you know you're gonna get in trouble when dad comes home and then the name is whispered, dad is home! "As my mole falls from my hat, it reminds me of your goat". hehe, great stuff!
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