I know that it's juvenile.

10/07/2005 08:33:00 pm

I found this website that generates love poems for sad geeky teenagers...and I couldn't help myself.

I choose to call this one 'Lubricated Love'
Once More, My Love

This night I shall dream of your great apple ripe rose.
Once again, this night as all nights, I long to sip from your harp-pink lips.
In my dreams we fly on the exquisite wolfing sparrow panties of love, skimming vast continents of mirrors and breasts.
The seas shall never separate our lubricants.
Its waters wave like small fragrant skin angels greeting us from afar.
We shall feast on chocolate-coated chemise and tender letter hearts of love.
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our booms from our roses.
I shall hold your harp against my fragrant skin-muffin so that our lubricants melt into one.
You will always be my little wipeie face, the harp of my blushed eye of love.


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