I love how old bad flirts are. I love absolutely baffling attempts at saying you wanna get laid that do not sound sexy at all.
Gaze - or should I say graze - upon CIL IV 1781, in Hunink's (2007) reading:
MEA VITA MEAE DELICIAE LVDAMVS PARVMPER HCNC LECTVM CAMPVM ME TIBEI EQVOM PVTAMVS
'My love, my darling, let us play for a while and pretend this bed is a field and I'm a horse for you.'















