a study toward sonnet #728 by FisherKingKQJ
I find that you're the nicest, sweetest thing,
With sacharine like bitter after taste;
I bet that you await sharp words that sting,
When all I do is gently hold your waist.
I guess that I'll lose you in cut and paste
With spastic fingers, an unordered list;
I know that you can be a tease and chaste-
High standards are your bulimia yet grist.
This plateau of better and best now kissed
I've built resistance great to commonplace;
I might lapse hot with diabetes like gist,
Aroused by your perfected form and face.
Through strange, unmentioned insecurity.
(Chorus)
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