Sent by owl, early afternoon, following a night spent together where there was clearly a Conversation which could have been had, and which they both spent the evening avoiding:
An hour later, also by owl:
Shortly after:
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There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.
With a heart sloppily doodled in place of a signature.An hour later, also by owl:
I don't always discuss, but I ought to admit:
I'm smitten with you more than a bit
The world narrows when our fingers interlock
When we're together I pray slow the clock
When you're away I miss your smile, your wit,
Not to mention your glorious cock.
Signed with another doodle, much more lewd than the last.I'm smitten with you more than a bit
The world narrows when our fingers interlock
When we're together I pray slow the clock
When you're away I miss your smile, your wit,
Not to mention your glorious cock.
Shortly after:
Do you even like poetry? I don't know whether I ever asked. It's taken as a given in my family. The first one I sent was Byron, the second one was me. In case that wasn't obvious. Also I forgot you were at work. Hope you didn't open the last one with your boss around. If I got you into trouble I'll make it up to you tomorrow xxx
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