rubaiyat

A poem from by omar khayyam from the 11th century
The rubaiyat - omar khayyam - 11th century
It contain ~80 verses, each with wise counsel. One of my professors from school liked to quote the verse below to explian the arrow of time.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
the rubaiyat - omar khayyam - 11th century

rubaiyat

A quantrain (four line poem-type deal).

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

rubaiyat

i just get so fucking turned on seeing him i wish i could ever ride his dick and wish him to swirl his dick into my wet tight pussy vigorously and scream his name in a way he never heard of if he ever spat on my titties i'd keep them in a jar and worship that

rubaiyat just make me your hoe for once