a study toward sonnet #939 by FisherKingKQJ
No blind date or hook up or social lunch,
Bright mischief in his eyes mutely queried,
I would improvise dutch before the crunch,
Block him early, since his japes wearied.
I damned him for the means that he'd ferried
Me into strange positions, into his trap
I bounced too clever, word awkard varied-
He pounced on me through his perspex hinged flap.
I was the sweetest girl on whom eyes clap,
Intelligent, and bubbly, last not least,
A sex bomb barrette down to slingback strap,
I closed my hidden knees, primped up his feast.
True, he'd been frequently called sweet talker,
Manoeuvred, I flushed as secret gawker.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 talker
o $10,000,000 chatter
o $10,000,000 speaker
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