a study toward sonnet #842 by FisherKingKQJ
Weekends with you, my love, are as thrilling,
Hot drum and bass, cool hypnotising thump,
Crazy parties, odd friends, booze and pilling,
On later, ourselves alone to bump and hump.
The ecstasy leaves me with one sore rump,
Box and tits glowing pink with sinful pleasure;
In its shadow we'll bond strange blissful slump,
Workaday sex being dross by said measure.
Career prospect somehow we more treasure,
Now, we scarcely spare time for each other,
Life waves goodbye to those highs of leisure;
Pill free, I'm as sister, you're like brother.
Next weekend we might have to call it quits...
I'll chance now my turn, thus love you to bits.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 quits
o $10,000 null
o $10,000 void
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