a study toward sonnet #1,098 by FisherKingKQJ
I twisted and straightened up my skirt,
He asked me what the drama was about,
He'd been a shoulder to cry on thoughout
Our joyous impersonal lovemaking spurt.
He lay there shallow breathing, nearly inert,
I blubbered tears a nought to lift his doubt,
Decorum not a thing I would try flout,
He wasn't self immersed, he wasn't hurt.
I wanted him to leave with neither rude,
Unlike my ex, with no praise tinged taunt;
With no emotional pull orgasm bordered crude,
Though primo roaming its g spot haunt.
Truth be told, mind, I was hurt and lonely,
My life had resolved with orgasms only.
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(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 lonely
o $10,000,000 insular
o $10,000,000 solitary
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