Today we learned about the origination of one of modern culture's most important inventions: the sext. Sometimes it's fun to pretend that the day is 1531, the year of our lord, and that all our correspondence sounds like a Shakespearean sonnet. One commenter is a natural at this little game.
With fevered dreams of limbs entwined,
To thee, I send these secret lines,
In hope this rhyme with thee resounds,
As my lust o'erfills my bounds,
Be assured I fond remember,
Thy loving fondling of my member!
May we together lay once more,
Upon the bed, the stair, or floor.
Too soon my mistress calls, alack.
But if thou want to hit this, holla back.
Awwwwwwww, forsoooooth, baby!