Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, buttboys, were no crime. We'd sit here each at his own screen And grow increasingly obscene In long descriptions of our need And where I most want to spill seed. For your details I'd happ'ly swap A hundred pictures of my cock. You'd send me IMs full of lust And surely build both wood and trust. My hard cucumber love should grow Vaster than empires, though not so slow. 'Til randy fires would brightly burn, And I would fuck you each, in turn.
But at my back I always hear My partner's return flight hurrying near. Demanding schedules are the ways For all of us in modern days. So while you send another mail I'll find more forward boys to nail. The virtues that you might submit Don't matter if you can't commit. You'll soon realize your greatest fears -- Unanswered emails, bitter tears -- Then, finally learning you've been banned, Take matters into your own hand (Hand's singular, for, sure, it's true With that small dick, you won't need two.) While other asses feel my tongue And sit upon my cock, which, I must say, in all due modesty, is more than adequately well hung.
Now, therefore, while it's still today Let's get this hook-up underway. Anon thy willing ass I'll eat Then introduce it to my meat. You'll writhe as I ram hard your bum Then show'r you, head to foot, with cum. I will not rest until my goo Sits on thy skin like morning dew. So don't delay, but send to me Your stats, your kinks, and when you're free. And -- pull your head from your ass for once -- A picture in your first response.
*If the reference here isn't utterly obvious to you, I will become even more depressed about the state of public education in America. This statement doesn't, naturally, apply to my non-American readers, all of whom I adore. I adore all my American readers too, of course; I'm just not always so happy with our public education system. A lot of canonical poetry is no longer taught, and you just know that there are school districts in Oklahoma that have banned Marvell for being too bawdy. As my favorite high school English teacher was given to mutter when confronted with willful ignorance: philistines!