a study toward sonnet #740 by FisherKingKQJ
You said that you could be patient platonic
Till my shy heart endorsed your nimble mind;
And you undermined doubts with that tonic-
Surprise crushed me at your hard chest to bind.
Worse, though, I was prepared to be so blind,
Your fevered kisses bloating moistened lips
Exploring your lips, then biting soft in kind,
Thrilled from tiptoe to crushed boobs to hips.
Now my heart races once more, decorum skips,
Your nothings sweet, I thoroughly think through,
What he did, what he didn't do scored blips,
That you'd begin with faith, without a clue.
Your hot, impetuous ways which won't halt.
(Chorus)
$10,000 fault
$10,000 critique
$10,000 judge
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