a study toward sonnet #980 by FisherKingKQJ
You seemed the witching mix of macho pose
And tenderness; our courtship was mild
And drawn out as we got used to being close,
Right through under gorgeous you were filed.
I found that making love with you riled,
But if I thought of a chick, I'd surely come,
I craved a superior love that beguiled
As afterglow left me feeling vaguely glum.
We hooked up at the gym, both feeling numb,
She being red eyed and plump; our hugs and tears,
For her sour divorce rounded moments dumb,
We whispered and nibbled each other's ears.
I'd left you, swung suicidal to furious-
She wouldn't kiss, being witching bicurious.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 furious
o $10,000,000 ballistic
o $10,000,000 enraged
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