Today is World Poetry Day, and you know what that means: poems about emotionless blowjobs have been compiled for your reading pleasure on the modern version of a poetry library: Instagram.
Here's a sweet one about lifeless orgasms:
You're fucking boring, but your fucking's everything. So I keep coming.
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A regular Walt Whitman:
Oh my god. He had central air in the summer. What else do you need?
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Winner of the 2017 Inernational Poetry Award:
I throw up in your toilet and can't remember where we met last night.
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Rumor has it this one was written by Emily Dickinson's cousin:
I've already come over, drunk and lonely. We don't vibe, but I still cum.
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Read them all on Instagram @grindrhaiku.






























