"My beloved's heart
is like the purest crystal;
pure and void of stain,
filled with my love
and void of hate."
"My beloved's *****
is like the softest cotton;
two mounds of flesh
soft to the touch
supple to the taste;
it is the nest
where my aching head
finds absolute solace."
"My beloved's behind
is very firm and vast
but also malleable and..."
This was what I was reciting
until I heard,
"contestant number seven
what are you doing?"
Turned out I was in a poetry contest
where security and world peace
was the theme.
But despite my preparation
I couldn't think of anything else
but you - my own peace.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
"My beloved's heart
is like the purest crystal;
pure and void of stain,
filled with my love
and void of hate."
"My beloved's *****
is like the softest cotton;
two mounds of flesh
soft to the touch
supple to the taste;
it is the nest
where my aching head
finds absolute solace."
"My beloved's behind
is very firm and vast
but also malleable and..."
This was what I was reciting
until I heard,
"contestant number seven
what are you doing?"
Turned out I was in a poetry contest
where security and world peace
was the theme.
But despite my preparation
I couldn't think of anything else
but you - my own peace.
