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>>13960744
You can be a 21st century decadent poet anon.

Rupi softly takes your hand
Parted curtains: The Promised Land
Baths tepid, scalding and frigid
Where plucked fruits hang knitted
Bathers hissing peaches and plums
Drink refills appear by scrums
“Here, no men’s toxic gazes“
Nor sicko’s thirstiest phrases.“
Hammams fenced by statuary
Megan Ubered dope Pillsbury
Obsidian columns, kush perfuse
Shadows rich, candelabra hues
Divers, plungers, swimmers too
Staff will grind bespoke shampoo
Pools, tanks and tubs, lanes and locks
Henges glow at Equinox
Thermal jets healing muscles
Burl hogs steep thick bubbles
Buzz cut dykes wave broad palm fronds
Rainbow pubed doulas wield vibe wands
Shearers clipping pubis tufts
Hosing puss prevents encrusts
Gentle nymphs denude Rupi
Smearing skin with Bath Kewpie
“Bathing mayonnaise, how queer!”
“It helps before you soak in beer.”

What tropes are lesbian female women tired of reading?

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>>13553093
Harari is the Rupi of history

>>13541893
My goodness gracious, it's Ms. Rupi Kaur!
Whose footgame began an Indo Smut War
Igniting from Bhuj to Hoshiarpur's
Riled crowds’ lusts for Rupi trotters
Her pedal blooms floor millions so jealous
Archlets, stub-toed wives thrown from high trellis
Ministers pledged crisis chiropody
Besieged by footlusting scurillity
Kashmir first then Gujarat’s Feet Riots
Ascetes pledged pedis with karmic diets
No alms could sate Rupi’s lurid haunting
Toes of vert, bice, teal and rose, so flaunting
Dreams of Rupi’s ruddy duned soles, so fair
Askew expectations and blighted prayers
Vexing cities, hills, trenchant fetish thirsts
Vortical infatuations soon bursts
Statewide calamities roust refugees
Mumbai podophiles spend like bougies
None rival but one Rupi toe cranny
Not Humaima Malick, Pakistani
Nor Asin or Priya’s feet, still thrilling
Sans Rupi’s nuance they’re unfulfilling
UN relief atop Delhi’s blather
Stayed not the surging footlusts’ viscous slather
Oracles, savants dumbstruck by her feets
Women spurned, soles lacking velveteen pleats
Wrecked ruins plume smoke while fapper fists froth
Beware all counterfeit Rupi foot broth
Dissolved cities, fetishists hermetic
From one poetess’s hot aesthetic
Girls unshod, their men then struck by bathos
Rupi’s shoe slave quips, “Finna pay f’ those”
Outside India, this crux ludicrous
Cannuck Rupi bathes in Juniperus
Sudsing her soles, how bubbles slowly slide
Pumice and files, deftly her hand glides
Trimming the hairs along toes’ regal length
Wiggling and flexing, bewitching her strength
Strappy heels compress, her toes seem Grecian
But barefoot she slinks wavy, Phoenician
Thinking the riots as all a bit weird
Detoxifying her soles, charcoal smeared
On idols and shrines, foot pilgrims do weep
Recording laments after iphone’s bleep
Solace from old texts, The Queer Solestry
Enlightened by a sacred shoeless creed
Army convoys guard her Ped Egg shavings
From dangerous desires and cravings
Upon Caucasoid writers, her full weight
Her soles feeling their heart by skull’s pulsate
Lesser feet drove men furious, hateful
Where Rupi treads, the ground is quite grateful
Cosmetics, prosthetics, footlets juicing
Surplus silicone feet, just adducing
No peers to Rupi’s sleek sloping tarsus
Struck to the face by her, sweet catharsis
Fixate Chakras upon those phalanges
Manifest her scents until as Ganges

>>13338630
Suffering is the consequence to free choice. How else could it be? Do you need me to sign something so you get course credit?

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