a study toward sonnet #230 by FisherKingKQJ
If people were to found out how confused
I am, I would then live in the past tense,
I would be something amnesiac contused
In blushes so juvenile, so immense.
The blazer and short skirt make sense,
Perhaps the low cut chemise is a mistake
Which swells my cleavage as hence to thence,
On crippling stilettoes my arches ache.
My business degree might as well be fake
As I serve pinot noir to alpha males:
Perhaps the clumsy fellow is a lucky break
And not the bald ex jockey full of tales.
I brush by - his eyes lock on my bust,
Obliged to tease I tease, surely my thrust.
Obliged to tease I tease, surely my thrust.
Obliged to tease I tease, surely my push.
Obliged to tease I tease. surely my stroke.