a study toward sonnet #693 by FisherKingKQJ
I was sleepless till three in the morning,
Adjudged that he was undoubtedly wrong,
Triggering swift felicitous warning
He courted me far too soon, far too strong.
Those jests led to an impromptu singsong,
He was too right that I was put on prim,
That I was passionate within for long,
That I might be an ideal match for him.
Across my dry lips I felt his tongue skim,
As I did not resist, through with skirmish,
He then pulled away on a measured whim,
Quivered I to think myself that skittish.
My dresser mirror owes my eye rims red,
Therein, my ex-boyfriend's damages read.
(Chorus)
My dresser mirror owes my eye rims red. SPADES
My dresser mirror owes my eye rims cherry. CLUBS
My dresser mirror owes my eye rims florid. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 32 minutes.}