a study toward sonnet #840 by FisherKingKQJ
Now you're away, I'm lonesome as davecat,
Your portrait glazed on ornamental plate;
Your sweet profile laminated place mat
Craves me peck your smooth as skin latex pate.
O figurehead, for you I can scarce wait,
Now respect your need for personal space;
I choose to cheat on you with you innate,
Your thorough mystery unbound by place.
I loathed your silent fume or up down pace,
But now that I have them in spades as trump,
She you wears your enticing silk and lace,
We bond as one dark heat exchanging pump.
Come back, my heart, I miss you pretty much,
As well, your far too quick or listless touch.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 much
o $10,000 lots
o $10,000 heaps
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