>>11540970And the sad, uncertain rustling of my pant fly whilst the tightening
Thrilled me?filled me with fantastic qt's never known before;
So that now, to still the beating of my dong, I stood repeating
all along that one day my Lenore would be mine for evermore?
But for now the roastie's bleating for acceptance 'spite her eating;?
Dear God dating is a chore.
At that point my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Lol,” said I, “m'lady, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was jerking, so unless you would be working
with ovaries that aren't lurking 'on the corner with a whore,
Then leave my DM's before," I said, "I put you through a door"?
Silence then and nothing more.
Deep in that inbox staring, long I sat there waiting, caring,
for naught but the prospect of a girl who's truly not a whore;
But the silence then was broken and like a harpy she had spoken,
For the beast had I awoken when she said the word, “deplore.”
"Deplore," she said, "your kind, for I have something in mind for you, you boar?
have sex incel, and nothing more."
Back into the DM's turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I felt a longing somewhat stronger than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something you cannot mean;
Especially when it is seen the roast beef in your vagene
Let your tongue be still this instant and your interest in me explore
only thus: nevermore.
