I am not questioning Yours for sure, Phone was referred many times in different posts as he, in others she. But then again, genders don’t even matter in the present down to earth context we find our self in.
It’s just that it is fairly common place to try to visualize some form within any particular context
As to the shy polish guy, it’s fairly obvious he is a he man or trying to be, from his explosive narratives. .
should i get this poem tattooed and tell everyone that someone wrote it for me?
Plot twist? lol
Sure… we can all entertain ideas about remote situations, scenarios, and people, but do we really lose sleep over it at night? I’m not like most people, in that I do not make others’ business my own, you know… private lives.
Most of you guys here have sockpuppets, and that’s all I need to know.
my identity might have been questionable in the past
buy i have a public web presence now
i’ve shared here many times
that i am elbdms on instagram
you can see my stupid face there daily
performing various acts of dumbassery
your art is very SEX you are seks too weman 
what are you gonna do???argue whether Holocaust actually took place with autistic lunatics for-ever??? might aswell write a poem for a pretty ladies…magsj is older but way nicer so it balances out…still a poem for her is coming…
i might be older than mags
id write something clever but my mind went blank thinking of you…
i am confused BBee do you wantt me to finish my poem for you or not???
so far we have this:
As the grass flows…
My love for her elegant beauty grows…
As my love for her splendid vigour grows…
Her soul scorns my souls strolls…
As her soul scorns my soul toils…
My brain toils…
lets me write something for magsJ, the sex goddess of ILP(despite her age ph00ne is no competition)…:
The blood to nerve through muscle with skin against fur for warmth
warmth of fur pressing skin with muscle through nerve stirring strangers blood
jolt, churn, paddle, concuss, convulse, discomfit, demoralise
shape,
shadow,
a transparent cup for one of melting gold
with molten gold mixing with the sizzling blood of two
blood both melting and sizzling
and fading and thickening
waiting to run.
write one about me no one has ever done that before
shit
shite-head
shit-mouth
shitting
shit
shit for shit
shit…
its beautiful. literally gave me chillbumps
take this tongue in cheek,no hard feeling for you ‘friend’…
Er… thanks. 
I’m not sure how old you are tbh, but as long as we look younger than our years right… ; )
I bet it did! 
Perhaps that’s Phon’s magic power… to make men’s minds go blank, lol.
did you like the poem though???is art no concern here???!!!
Hey, that’s not a bad offering at all…
This is my favourite monostich of the poem, especially: “a transparent cup for one of melting gold” …though I’m much more modest than you think, or that I really portray.
what do you mean by offering???ithis is neither a brothel nor a sexphone line i dont demand anything nor do i offer anything to anybody in exchange.
“its beautiful. literally gave me chillbumps”
I thought the piece was shitty, myself.
maybe it’s the kind of chills you get when you’re about to have the runs