a study toward sonnet #755 by FisherKingKQJ
I felt your eyes stroke my beestung pout,
As well the silhouette of my ample boobs,
Then you began to interrogate and scout
Degrees of whispers plotted on dice cubes.
But vital force went down proverbial tubes,
My shrugs, nose wrinkles, halfnods and shakes,
Forewarned you like all other forward rubes
My own heart could not be won in sweepstakes.
As flirty play turns customised heart aches,
Prolonged to kill or while away some time,
The word love joins outward subtitle fakes,
And thrusts impose a charade on a mime.
Too itemised for an intimacy called ours.
(Chorus)
$10,000 hours
$10,000 periods
$10,000 spells
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