a study toward sonnet #498 by FisherKingKQJ
Can there be an aphrodisiac bigger
Than gasps of pleasure from your missis?
And can there be a dinkier, fleshy trigger
Than her ruddy, peeled, engorged clitoris?
You tolerate a mother-in-law's diss
Of your paypacket, status and dress code...
For carnal pleasure, afterglow premise,
You downplay later the awkward episode.
To your master strokes she squeals an ode,
Crescendo'd like a faux porn star she sobs...
At her cervix you fire your motherlode-
Your sweaty palms celebrate her knobs.
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker-
One thoroughly enchanting lovemaker.
(Chorus)
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker.
She's a try-hard, not at all a charlatan.
She's a try-hard, not at all a swindler.
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