Sonnet #38 by FisherKingKQJ
Beauty therapist, who's fine pout quavered,
Held back smoke in her lungs, moments savoured;
Untouchable pink chemise was his plight,
She'd cuffed him onto her headboard in spite.
Pure masochism had swelled up his g string-
She was his luscious dollybird plaything,
Whose whips his broad stomach fiercely assailed,
Whose buttocks banged on his chest as he flailed.
Disturbed by his mum, seratonin troll,
With whom he identified oddly to babydoll,
He suffered rouge and lippy on his mien,
She primped his tortured coiffure up to sheen.
So sick of his shrewish lawyer wife's lambaste,
She gripped the divorce papers at long last.
(3D interactive chorus:}
o $10,000,000 lambaste.
o $10,000,000 putdown
o $10,000,000 revile.
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