The Cunning Linguist (3 级) mail warning

I am the water-laden reverie of the Sapiosexual Bachelorettes of Babylon —
you, whose trembling hunger blooms not for flesh alone,
but for syllables, metaphors, and minds ablaze.
Let your cultured clits quake with anticipation.
Come be erudited… or erudicked.
Whichever tide takes you first. Come.
Sapio beauties of Babylon, gather round — I’m dripping in knowledge and ready to pound.

Ink and Honey
In candle’s hush, she writes the night,
One hand lost in secret light,
The other spills her silken thought,
On paper warm with verses caught.

A finger trails where pleasures bloom,
Then brushes lips, like soft perfume—
She tastes the fire her body knows,
While passion through her ink still flows.

She crafts me letters, bold yet shy,
A moan disguised in every “why,”
Each curve of script, a whispered plea,
Each sigh of ink, a call to me.