a study toward sonnet #753 by FisherKingKQJ
That I'd fall in line was your assumption,
As you were a so aware handsome brute;
You cupped a well of my boob as gumption,
And in the twilight you did lean to cute.
You skited, your own horn not shy to toot,
Yet, it was no deed to make me feel small,
I didn't care for mammon's tithe and loot,
Art with a tax dodge signature name scrawl.
A chill insight, your bicep segued my shawl,
I squirmed to think that you'd think my shiver,
Cheap orgasmic, independent of sprawl-
At your sights, I aimed a throaty quiver.
Speck in our big house, so I got to soften.
(Chorus)
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