a study toward sonnet #852 by FisherKingKQJ
I've just entrapped a boy with whom I click,
Though I'm only going to play me as me;
In past times, I've been fey and pretty thick
By trying to mould myself as a queen bee.
I think that I know his type down to tee,
Dowse inner self and outer self at odds,
Substantiate what my loving eyes can see,
His moving lips moist nectar of the gods.
Then I'm tuned in by his inviting nods,
His words conjure a cottonsheet oak bed,
Fine dark cognac, and with my impish prods,
Sweet nothings french as mellifluously said.
He wants me in bikini top with cute shorts,
And sneakers, though I'm not out of sorts.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 shorts
o $10,000 bermudas
o $10,000 cutoffs
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