a study toward sonnet #1,080 by FisherKingKQJ
You'll promise now to not call me a bitch?
I frame my husband for the biggest fights,
Just so he gets hotter for my calves in tights,
My toes out sandals, my breasts at a stitch.
I nitpick him crazy with my backward pitch
To undermine worth of conjugal rights,
Adrenaline boosts senses, zooms to heights,
He storms out on me threatening to ditch.
Then when we cool off we find one quick fix-
Emotionally charged and sharp orgasm
Which can smash timespace, our tedium nix
Right down to thigh quiver or kneejerk spasm.
We let out pent up pain with our sorrow
Bank our pleasure for middling tomorrow.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 sorrow
o $10,000,000 grief
o $10,000,000 mourning
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS