It's time for poetry hour. Use this website to create your ultimate poem of love.

I dedicate this to Hux Lamonda.

*ahem*

Your skin glows like the a warm pulsing scrumbleberry, blossoms wet as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your mandolin voice and leaps like a naked mole rat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great blue-footed booby wing.
I am comforted by your leopard thong that I carry into the twilight of South Africabeams and hold next to my furry tongue.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of well... you know..
As my triple-chin falls from my poncho, it reminds me of your dragon.
In the quiet, I listen for the last yipadoodle of the day.
My heated nosepass leaps to my fishnet stockings. I wait in the moonlight for your secret lotion so that we may rubbing as one, nosepass to nosepass, in search of the magnificient pink and mystical tissues of love.