a study toward sonnet #796 by FisherKingKQJ
You dragged three silver clips out of my hair,
And tresses on my shoulders flowed about,
Your fingerpads began to comb and snare,
My racing heart declared a thumping rout.
You raised my buttocks onto tile and grout,
And mirrors all round were bold and snide,
My kiss abridged your garbled, wanton spout,
Your buss cut short my protest as guide.
Your digits fumbled, then unclipped aside
My bra cups quickly, my head stirred annoyed,
And yet I surrendered to swirl and glide,
I closed my eyes, struck by some asteroid.
You forced my thighs closed round your hips,
Marched cross my decolletage with your lips.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 hips
o $10,000 midriff
o $10,000 pelvis
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