a study toward sonnet #111 by FisherKingKQJ
We lay behind the temple, mouths but mum.
An arch of his spine, his murmuring
Sappho, Sappho! his viscid delirium
Dissipated into a dozey clasp, a wring:
Was my entire life a blunder, nothing?
A warm body next to me, I felt lonesome.
Silly me to embark on yet another fling!
I did prefer women lithe and lissom,
His biceps were second to soft bosom.
I'd felt his probing ardour bewildering
This meek yet crude lover left me numb,
He'd straight fall asleep in my feeble cling.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and cues:
My mother her handmaidens seduce.
{3D interactive chorus:}
As a girl I'd observed the acts and cues.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and leads.
As a girl I'd observed the acts and tips.