courtesy of the Punters' Union, a study toward sonnet #134
by FisherKingKQJ
And the few times he'd given me a lift home
He'd placed his arm round me on the kerb
I'd swivel to him and enjoy the roam
Of his kisses, his hugs and clasps superb.
I enjoyed his cologne of cedar and herb.
According to the ticklish paroxysm
My infatuation with him wouldn't curb,
My body craved his body, but a spasm
Zigzag zapped me at the thought of him.
I'd pulled at his belt, I'd stopped, disgusted
By misgivings. I was paralysed. In the chasm.
We talked it over, he so bold, I busted.
I've let him undo buttons on my blouse:
I might invite him over to my house.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I've let him undo buttons on my blouse.
I've let him undo buttons on my corsage.
I've let him undo buttons on my dickey.