{X2 -x}y{n-n2},t(10) 3.63,P<.05
Bodmas,standard deviation,variance,single mean,wilconxon,mann whitney t-test, standard error of mean,
ED/NED2-(ED)2/N-1,t= ~x-u/(sx)
L.c.m,H.c.m...
If y is 12 and z is 7 find x...

I wonder when I'll get to use  this calculations in real life practicals...

Winking through the windows of lust
I often eye on the beauties
They do lure my dopamine though
Still my mind manage to restrict those naughty thoughts
By Injecting the hormone of guilt
So deeply inside my core
Which never miss a single chance
To puncture my heart once more
Oozing out the blood of regret mercilessly
To make me feel devasted again and again
Feelings turned history
Absorbing the air of change
But still they hunt me
Like nightmare does to sleep
Still they ask me
Like vivas do to practicals
Instead of punishing me for my fault
They do adore me still
Instead of hate
They do sprinkle liquid of love
Still I wink through that window
In order to quench my hidden thirst
Still I repent again and again
But I repeat those mistakes
Don't know why
Still confused and arrested
I do wink aimlessly..............

am just fantasising about you, your sweet body, those ***** sweet kisses. The heart warming sensual moans as our bodies rock, and I slide into that sweet honeypot.

I can still feel the tremors of pleasure as I go deeper and deeper into you. I Love the smell our sticky bodies as we wash each other with our body juices.

My bedroom mistress, I yearn to learn more from your wealth of the act. You are an artist and I wish to be your apprentice. Teach me, let me do the practicals. Grade me, but let me have retakes.

Let me scoop the honey,
let me lick every drop,
Let me get drunk,
Allow me to savour the life dregs,

Let my fingers play the fiddle,
Let me sing and waltz to the rhythm,
Let me strike the notes in crescendo,
Allow me to drown in the melody.

Our song will have no words,
The music will not be meant for more than a pair of ears.
In our studio of five by six,
We will edit and launch our album,
And on our memory wall it will hang,
As the best platinum album of 2019.

I think I’m ready for you.
I’ve spent years dissecting the language of love so we can finally understand each other.

I’ve studied love like it was a Final, and I’ve done the practicals, aced it and now I know that I’m ready for you.

You see, I’ve spent my entire life being surrounded by everything that could possibly make me more fluent speaking hate than love. I’ve learned that The language of love consists of sub-languages like forgiveness.

I’ve learned to forgive the deepest pains, and endured the deepest heartbreaks that .... made me question if I’m ready to love you.

I’ve developed a clingy, selfish love for you. It’s a thing of, “If I can’t have you, no else would be worthy to” type of love. I feel entitled to your love.

I feel that Life has taught me lessons that are specifically to learn to love you with every waking day. I’ve learned to already love you like I love the dawn of a new day.

I love you unconditionally, frequently, messy, untamed but so refreshing. I love you widely and wildly, you’re the forest of my soul, and your waters run through the veins of my soul, palpitating streams of love in and out of this heart that was designed to perfectly, love you.

I love you like God has intended me to. I love you like God sat with me while making you so I know what your fears and insecurities are, and He gave me the responsibility to love you like perfection was made possible in that moment, when He made you.

I love you impossibly. I love you so much that it exceeds your expectations and instead meeting you half way, I meet you at the end. I meet you at the end of the race, having won you over by overcoming the hurt and the hate, just to find you, the love of my life.

Dear Future Wife
I’ve loved you before, and I’ll love you after.

detatch
and remove the
emotion and pathos
from the poem.
and put into logos everything
"the author wrote this because of that"
in simple cause and effect.
Detatch because apathy conveyed
comes clinical, clerical cold.
Passion conveyed comes
heated
detatch
prove the pragmatic practicals provide
as emotions can