William Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Sext: U R so hot!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sext: wanna tie u up, spank u, lick ur arms, legs, face n toes
Amy Lowell: I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against / The want of you.
Sext: Not wearing a bra ;-)
Henry David Thoreau: There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Sext: Last nite sooo hot 2nite = hotter
Walt Whitman: I dote on myself—there is that lot
of me, and all so luscious.
Sext: Using my rabbit right now n rubbing my body
Robert Louis Stevenson: . . . shadowing the complexity of that game of consequences to which we all sit down . . .
Sext: WTFR Usure it’s mine?
Oliver Wendell Holmes: Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness . . .
Sext: Key undr mat. naked in ur bed ;-)
You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry / Your love’s protracted growing.
Sext: CW 2 get u hard
Emily Dickinson: The soul should always stand ajar . . .
Sext: I am naked
Anne Bradstreet: I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold.
Sext: Ok w prenup
Robert Lovelace: True, a new mistress now I chase.
Sext: Dumping u
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