a study toward sonnet #871 by FisherKingKQJ
No secrets could between us two be spilt,
Intellect, spirit, soul, heart joined one;
And I possess his body without guilt,
Despite all this time, as if we'd just begun.
Luck certainly has its part in our fun:
First time I stumbled on a cleavage stoop,
Preferring still then artifice to shun,
He was enthalled by its enlarged droop.
I lean on pillow piles, manly flesh snoop,
Panther like, in undies tight, he paces,
Admire the muscle ripples his thighs troupe,
And his shiny black hair, no grey traces.
I've kept him caged in my adored boob trap,
Without deceit, pranks, or agog mishap.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 trap
o $100,000 net
o $100,000 snooker
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