a study toward love sonnet #247 by FisherKingKQJ
He was a gentleman, and he did what I asked
And he's...never returned a mobile text!
As I nodded off, he'd drowsily basked,
His arms behind head, perhaps oversexed.
I had a crush on him, but now I was vexed-
His taste in music and clothes was elite
He could anticipate whatever next
His flattery was low key and yet sweet.
Inside the cream duvet and white bed sheet
My ankles tapped his thighs to make him come,
So I could assume a more comfy neat
As I felt my calves go gangrenous numb.
As I passed him hot tears inside I shed,
On the escalators, our watershed.
As I passed him hot tears inside I shed.
As I passed him hot tears inside I freed.
As I passed him hot tears inside I loosed.