3.141 592 653.
3.141 592 653.
You and me were not meant to be divided, we are one.
Tell me...when the circumference of my mouth fits around head of your circular identity, would you be...ever so kind to keep in mind that I hold the formula to making your orgasms infinite in time.
No cosign but our love making is tangible....tangently tasting triple trinomials of your vertical vortex, rotating my tongue like clockwork in a different range,
Counterclockwise wet strokes...I mean....what does it take to make your median flow....when I can't stop sucking on your lateral surface area and my sex drive is in go-mode.
The x and y, intercept and interject as we enter sex, bust 3 off, on to the next but who's keeping tally, mouth so wet I bet I forget to PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY,
69 is not the only dinner for 2 so, divide these thighs while adding chocolate syrup in the middle, you are more than just a point of symmetry that my hormones are after but I do love being the reciprocal of your tongue just a little.
3.14 is the constant ratio of pie, so would it take....more than just 3.14 seconds for you to dive into my polar curves and spread this....altitude of sensation all over your eyes.
I know you're not scared are you??
No box and whiskers but I'm plottin sitting on your face so I can box you in,
Arith-ma-tic tock, my mouth is down on the shaft of your cock once again,
Symmetrically lined with my throat so when you shoot...I can catch your amazing grace....thou shall not kill but this is no sin.
I apply pressure with my mouth and can feel the algorithm of your nature rise, finally you release and set millions of independent variables onto my tastebuds and let them run wild as the climax begins to subside.
Meanwhile hyperboles are probably... dancing around in your head right now,
As our geometric progression is laying at opposite parallel angles and I'm squirting all over your head right now,
Every exponent of my sexual liquid drips from your face because of me, I love when you inverse the matrix of this pie and eat me at the top of your factor tree, the greatest common denominator occurs when we cum together, I concur that the square root of 69 is 8 something because tonight you 8 something, something that was pie, 3.141 592 653, this has been a poem about fucking math, and you have just been fucked with arithmetic mentally.
Written by Calligraphee
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