Your fingers were horses, and I was their chariot.
Wait! You are trying to describe love, not the Mongolian invasion.
What's the difference?
Ah, so we have a cynic in the class.
And we have a smirker as a professor.
You think I mock? On the contrary - in order to be a cynic, you need to know romance.
Bullshit.
Can we get back to the poem?
Are you going to give me crap about "the sublime art of writing"?
Only if you keep asking me questions.
It took Attila twenty years and army of well-trained warriors to conquer China. It took you five hours, and the surge of your lips against my thighs.
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