what is real and what is right,
i wish you’d sleep with me tonight
and appease this passing fantasy,
from which reason and thought do flee.
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the sieve and the sand 
i hope you read this to your wife and she took you up on it
I did get taken up on it, though i didn’t read it to her. Shoot, I don’t need poetry to score.
i would laugh less hard if i believed you…
although… if i remember right a bottle of wine tends to get you pretty far… but then you awkwardly leave underwear in our guest and your wife calls to tell us not to touch it… awkward…
your words say awkwardness but i know that you’re just really jealous; if i remember right, you were pretty proud of how i scored that night because of your lack of getting any at that time. that was weird about the underwear though. i don’t know how that got lost; it must have been flying around in there. that was a little awkward.