a study toward sonnet #854 by FisherKingKQJ
You stroked my thighs lightly till I was moist,
Kissed my decolletage and throat and nape,
My green ruche satin dress began to hoist,
Your organ inside me felt like suede or crepe.
Then, you thrust back and forth your fleshy grape,
I strived not to lapse into screamed orgasm,
Pulled in my nails, which had started to scrape,
Felt you blow inside me, in womb core spasm.
Between us, there was much less of a chasm,
Although, since I'd never stopped loving you,
I sobbed and kissed you in mutual miasm,
How could I have envied your girls in lieu?
Why did I let Daddy call you old and wild...
When you're kind, patient, cute subtly styled.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 wild
o $10,000 errant
o $10,000 maverick
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