a study toward sonnet #684 by FisherKingKQJ
I poked out my lower lip wet by tongue laves,
Attempted to hide tears with mock affront,
Away turned my face, but he pushed my waves
Behind my ear, which I myself was wont.
His words were balmy, seeking out detente;
To my scars wedded he brought back a tingle,
His gambit played out zigzag punt and quant;
Huge secret that once more I'd live single.
When he said we were cold fish who mingle
To get ahead in long term planned careers,
I felt my earlobes blush pink that jingle,
I was not frigid, merely looking for peers.
He was grit strip, I was waterproof match,
According to his heart, near my rough patch.
(Chorus)
According to his heart, near my rough patch. SPADES
According to his heart, near my rough tract. CLUBS
According to his heart, near my rough spot. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 55 minutes}