a study toward sonnet #745 by FisherKingKQJ
You picked me up into your powerful arms,
Carried me across to our suede settee;
That I didn't hear those psychic alarms
Meant of that ogre, fate had set me free.
I clung to your white cotton muscle tee,
Well scared of sudden plop which contuses;
But with each gentle kiss I felt him flee
Perversely down ducts that Satan cruises.
Those who love a girl who easily bruises
Do drown in kisses flavoured by absinthe;
The flaming tumbler sulphur confuses
Bad luck and grudges in luck's labyrinth.
In your arms I might smile, then never die.
(Chorus)
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