a study toward sonnet #1,059 by FisherKingKQJ
You're my love slave, no man enchanting witch,
You harbour one thorough desire to neck
And cuddle me, which I precisely check,
I lick your cheek wet, being a wide eyed hitch.
You turn your chin up, your love plea pitch,
To claim a ration of half french kiss peck,
I know that I always have you at my beck,
Your clinging mode a thing you'll never ditch.
You like to rotate down the dimmer dial,
With sisterly bland kisses tease to shame,
Then rotate the dial down more led by guile,
With motherly wet kisses tease to lame.
I'd like you to be my bitch on that point,
Confused silhouettes, our loins a seamless joint.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 point
o $10,000,000 dot
o $10,000,000 mark
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