a study toward sonnet #456 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm a shrinking violet or shy wallflower
From countryside, he's the office heart throb;
The less inhibited girls, on the half hour,
Will buzz by his desk or nearby hobnob.
He was gorgeous, easygoing, good at his job,
And prompted me into a secret love affair-
Then I overheard a girl dabbing her gob
In ladies' loos, she said his wife was a snare.
I met his wife to contest this nightmare,
Instead we had a girlish heart to heart-
She was stunning and we took off our gear,
And we learnt the bisexual gentle art.
While he's playing squash, perspiring pants,
I'm getting into his wife's off-white boypants.
While he's playing squash, perspiring pants.
While he's playing squash, perspiring gasps.
While he's playing squash, perspiring heaves.
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