a study toward sonnet #565 by FisherKingKQJ
I winked up at him and raised his ankle,
Employed an obsequiously girlish look
With some good humour causing no rankle,
And teased with incisors every nook.
Impulse for shyness couldn't be mistook-
I palmed some lubricant around his shins
And calves as he gurgled this side of sook-
We both acknowledged my mischief with grins.
My boobs swung at his knees, twins versus twins,
I brushed a prickly loofah against his loin-
He arched on scary-safe needles and pins:
His feeble hand listlessly sought my groin.
It was my polished love that rasped him off;
At sixth sense tease, he wouldn't bristle or scoff.
(Chorus)
It was my polished love that rasped him off. SPADES
It was my polished love that rasped him finished. CLUBS
It was my polished love that rasped him gone. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]