a study toward sonnet #1,073 by FisherKingKQJ
My cleavage quivered, swelled and shrunk
In anxiety, which men found a fable,
I played damsel teetering unstable,
For strong company of a dapper hunk.
I dropped my silver hair brush with a clunk
On my antique walnut dressing table,
Plaited long fine gold hair into cable,
My pouts I tried to cancel or debunk.
I loathed mirror me, traced past I'd present,
To flashy ogres I'd biffed my young heart;
Not so young, artifice I'd now resent,
Eyes open kissing their rich playboy art.
But male eyes on doors as hands caress
Cause more pain than one educated guess.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 caress
o $10,000,000 fondle
o $10,000,000 stroke
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