a study toward sonnet #584 by FisherKingKQJ
Our brand new marriage licence won't get us
Together more closely, the paradox
Being shared experience and less fuss
In dollops is dull dementia praecox.
So being respectable is leg iron locks
And hugs while watching telly on the couch,
But yet our sex lives are somehow in hocks
To notions of profound friendship they vouch.
It's not that either of us is a slouch
And purposely chooses to be celibate;
It's time for our profound love to debouch
To public hugging, ourselves celebrate.
Our aphrodisiac might be going on dates,
Plus doing fresh positions as closest mates.
(Chorus)
Our aphrodisiac might be going on dates. SPADES
Our aphrodisiac might be going on meets. CLUBS
Our aphrodisiac might be going on trysts. DIAMONDS
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