a study toward sonnet #246 by FisherKingKQJ
In the powder room of a small nightclub,
At the mirrors she wiped a lippy streak;
She'd studied me in the dancefloor hubbub,
My brunette looks had an urban mystique.
She said she could be bold where I was meek,
And licked my ear and kissed and licked my nape,
Her frenchkiss was far more than tongue in cheek,
Her backside was firm and a narrow shape.
She pushed up my bra and I hers to ape,
We rubbed raspberries till they pointed up,
She pushed me against a curtain or drape,
Her hand in my undies contoured a cup.
I'd only cuddled a girl once before that-
It takes three doubles to get into my twat.
It takes three doubles to get into my twat.
It takes three doubles to get into my box.
It takes three doubles to get into my pussy.