a study toward sonnet #877 by FisherKingKQJ
Times like these, I remember your namesake,
My pain causing grope of your male cluster,
Misunderstanding rather than mistake,
Your condemning then forgiving bluster.
Though we're companions now, free of fluster,
And urgency, foreplay stands as bookends,
When overtired neither can sleep muster,
Our sustained eyecontact our true love sends.
Dessert and d'oeuvres, blowing in your ear wends
Down to nips, as you hug me, part flaccid,
Down to strokes of forearms, elbow vein bends,
Then my fingers frame your face posed placid.
I search the mirror for those signs that tell,
On my own curves my querulous eyes dwell.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 tell
o $100,000 portend
o $100,000 signal
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