To my platonic linguist
Forget me, please, but I loved you, hmm, far memories
Someone needed your help with a science, it is yours
Yes, my platonic English linguist, I forgot you, loved you
You are so selfish, but my life and love needed you; loved
I needed to accept your soul, oh rich and egoist soul, my love
English woman, someone asked you, and he is far from you
I loved you
Nedded ask
Your hand
I am far
In Wembley
You are in Watford
A heart
Loved
Loved
You
Vilmos
God is a linguist
How he knows all mothers prayers
Towards their children,otherwise?
Hiring A Linguist
Point Trump tried to make we had missed,
Learned more after having hired a linguist,
To find out,
What about;
Trump apparently had been an abolitionist.
Jim Horn
Heard A Linguist
Heard a linguist on Brian Williams Show,
(MSNBC)
Who had proven what we wanted to know;
With Trump associated;
Had been humiliated;
He has poor vocabulary and seems so slow.
Jim Horn
Linguist at a beach
dropping participle pants
revealing diphthong
A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!—
so I then beg for the cock of my Horace.
A ventriloquist there was named Monique
Who could make all of her body parts speak
Her right hand did British
Her left handled Yiddish
Down below she liked French and took Greek
David seems to have the knack
Although he thinks he’s cursed
With the gift of tongues
He is exceedingly well versed
No language is a hurdle
To this fellows conversation
He can get his point across
To any man from any nation
But when it comes to ladies
Words are gibberish and random
He is tongue tied and he’s speechless
‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em
In Baby’s Book we log
Her latest word—it’s “dog”’
She calls us each by it…
(I hope it doesn’t fit!)
In Baby’s Book we log
Her latest word—it’s “dog”’
She calls us each by it…
(I hope it doesn’t fit!)
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