Write why do i love my gf

Im a bit retarded
ever since I started
upon your lovely form,
now Im lost in the storm
of my desire and your
eager, pale beauty, poor
was I previous, healthy
was I made, and wealthy,
forever enraptured
by your charm, ever captured.

Plagiarize something, plug her name into it. Bitch is dumb to tell the difference, why waste actual effort?

Dont write a serious poem. I wrote one a few weeks back for my qt gf and she couldnt make heads or tails of it. Granted, I'm a shit poet. Shes since brought it up a few times as shes making more sense out of it, but I wish I had just written about my lips tracing hers or something vague, generic, and inaccurate like that.

You need to add these basic points to activate her hormonal almonds:
>you’re special
Say she’s totally different from all other women (even if it’s obvious not true)
>you’re beautiful
Focus on things like her eyes, personality, smile or laugh, not the things that arouse you sexually
>you make me crazy
Say some shit like you only think of her when she’s not around and when she is you can’t think straight or something
>you make me happy
Tell her you’ve never met someone who has made you feel this way, even though every girl who gave you a little bit of attention caused the same irrational dopamine high
>I feel like we were meant to be
Talk about some anecdote like how you met and if things just went a little different in either of your lives you would have never met, so it’s obviously destiny/fate or some other thing

Works every time, I guarantee it.

are you from finland?

I'm the guy above this guy, and yeah, I wish I had done this. This is based

holy shit thats it, this is what i need.
thank you very much

You should especially write about how special her farts are. Her dry little girl farts she's making when you fuck her from behind. You should write you'd recognize them in a room full of farting women. That's how special she is.

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>My sweet little whorish Nora,

>I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

>You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

>Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

>JIM

Go to the library, find obscure poet whose not searchable on Google, steal one of his poems, modernize it accordingly, done.

a gallows smile and inebriated waves dangling high on toothpick stilted radios
transmissions obvious transgressions of messages sent but not and never to be received
by he and her and me and you
the empty spaces
letters left