a study toward sonnet #906 by FisherKingKQJ
I tried some few tricks on him short of fraud,
Liplicking, hem adjusting, primping hair;
I stared so as to make his mates applaud,
With jabs to his ribs, making him aware.
He swaggered near my table on a dare,
I feared his voice and looks might be at odds,
But his rasped platitudes were hard to wear;
I signalled help please with slit throats and nods.
Always how we lap rooms for young Greek gods;
People are complex, quick hook ups so risky,
Time slows down for whosoever chitchat plods,
Best girlfriend can ease out bloke frisky.
You love me like a sister, not a whore,
We girl-girl hug and sashay cross dance floor.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 whore
o $10,000,000 prostitute
o $10,000,000 strumpet
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