Play with my tits u little shit,
Fuck me in the ass and pay me cash
Let's go smoke from my stash
Higher than a kite
Smoking too much weed
Bro, I gotta fucking pee 😂
Fuck me in the ass and pay me cash
Let's go smoke from my stash
Higher than a kite
Smoking too much weed
Bro, I gotta fucking pee 😂
Me: "If u get high then make use out of it and have fun"
Me: "enjoy the poem, tits (a stoner poem)" 😂😂
"I'm too sober for this rn"
Me: "enjoy the poem, tits (a stoner poem)" 😂😂
"I'm too sober for this rn"
by Tits (a stoner poem) December 14, 2021
Get the Tits (a stoner poem) mug.A poem is a piece of writing that uses imaginative words to share ideas, emotions or a story with the reader.Many poems have words or phrases that sound good together when they are read aloud. Most poems for children rhyme or they have rhythm.
For example:
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
by Wes P. November 11, 2021
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by bark (rose) July 27, 2021
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This connection hit me out of nowhere. I never imagined a bond like this was possible, something that goes so far beyond the physical, unexplainable and terrifyingly beautiful.
Meeting someone who mirrors your soul feels unreal. It is the relief of finally being seen, understood, and loved without having to explain yourself. And the most profound part is knowing that you feel it too, that this is reciprocal. Because of that, I simply do not believe that what we share can ever be extinguished. Not today, not years from now. I cannot and will not accept that we met just to become strangers again.
Sometimes I wish our lives had intertwined sooner, yet I understand the timing was actually perfect. We found one another at the precise moment our hearts were ready for something strong, deep, and true. We became each other’s quiet miracle. Every step we took led us here, to this once-in-a-lifetime alignment.
You are the poet, and I am the poem. You know my soul like no one else ever could, and no one else will ever understand the bond we hold. How could I not want you? I long for your love, your attention, your passion. I want you to consume me, just as I consume you.
Today I missed you so much and it doesn’t matter on which day you read this, the truth remains the same.
Meeting someone who mirrors your soul feels unreal. It is the relief of finally being seen, understood, and loved without having to explain yourself. And the most profound part is knowing that you feel it too, that this is reciprocal. Because of that, I simply do not believe that what we share can ever be extinguished. Not today, not years from now. I cannot and will not accept that we met just to become strangers again.
Sometimes I wish our lives had intertwined sooner, yet I understand the timing was actually perfect. We found one another at the precise moment our hearts were ready for something strong, deep, and true. We became each other’s quiet miracle. Every step we took led us here, to this once-in-a-lifetime alignment.
You are the poet, and I am the poem. You know my soul like no one else ever could, and no one else will ever understand the bond we hold. How could I not want you? I long for your love, your attention, your passion. I want you to consume me, just as I consume you.
Today I missed you so much and it doesn’t matter on which day you read this, the truth remains the same.
Him: "I have to let you go, it's code 123."
Her: "No. We are not a countdown. We are The Poet and The Poem. The story doesn't end here."
P.S. Why did you change your signature? Who are you answering to, if not to us?
Her: "No. We are not a countdown. We are The Poet and The Poem. The story doesn't end here."
P.S. Why did you change your signature? Who are you answering to, if not to us?
by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 16, 2026
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