a study toward sonnet #914 by FisherKingKQJ
O, love goddess Aphrodite, I'm shaken,
Once more the hunk in question zipped me by;
I believe that he believes I'm taken,
And here I am half prepped, half on the fly.
My audition of suitors proved too sly,
Forbidden or strange fruit perfumes my crush,
When he strides along the edge of my eye,
His shoulders broad, his red bow lips lush.
I dream his flush ingratiating my blush
And if he's on a self improvement kick
Up himself - my fault in advance to rush-
When I cannot tell being cool from being slick.
This cutie could thrust me into orbit,
Soft landing, navigate our mount or pit.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 orbit
o $10,000,000 cycle
o $10,000,000 rote
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