a study toward sonnet #716 by FisherKingKQJ
Those sentences rollicking off his tongue,
My tremulous heart baffling now at them,
As I held my breath in nose, throat and lung,
As I pursed my lips to disperse phlegm.
It might have been a witty apophthegm,
My eyelids batted rapidly and blinked,
Completely absorbed in my theorem
Of how we might be fatefully linked.
His collar open is where my eyes slinked,
His masculine, peach cologne aroma
Invaded my nostrils, one eye half winked,
Twitching, I groaned as if in a coma.
Rough close bruising under duvet cover.
(Chorus)
$10,000 lover
$10,000 flame
$10,000 sweetheart
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