a study toward sonnet #800 by FisherKingKQJ
I get my kicks through double jeopardy,
Now I've scored your glandularesque fever;
You quickly shook off your hot lethargy,
My gene sequence could pull no such lever.
Sickness makes me boldest self deceiver
In quasi, proxy, pseudo sexual sweat;
You're my divine, faithful love receiver,
An hour of need turns on infinite debt.
I'm rotten if not neutral, chalk upside bet,
You're wetnurse trophy, if not ugly mug,
My mantra is crazed love of legs thickset,
My tantra is veined dug soft tugged for slug.
Fevered, I called you non pareil beauty,
Soothed, I faked said same as ditto duty.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 beauty
o $10,000 glamour
o $10,000 pretty
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