a study toward sonnet #1,075 by FisherKingKQJ
I liked the way you cut my frizzled hair
As tender as a girl - not one of those?
We've familiarised one another close,
You're going to be sack-buddy in my lair.
My first love argued madly full of fear,
Our bodies bland till making up arose,
Apologies piled on his first stroke throes
Forced on me bubbling, orgasmic low cheer.
Back then, he seemed a sort of Mr Right,
And we were far too young steady long;
Since, I've sought that first ecstatic flight,
Perhaps in you, my kind of Mr Wrong.
If chat goes sour, we'll perish dud and dud,
You'll look back as a learned older stud.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 dud
o $10,000,000 flaw
o $10,000,000 spoil
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