a study toward sonnet #1,133 by FisherKingKQJ
We're still in love, but I still don't know
How love bites and clawed scratches came about;
Stale etiquette is what you seem to doubt,
Old whimpered ecstasy welled in a throe.
On our own private island our souls grow
Together closer coupled, we can flout
Fairweather friends, our parents who can spout
Lip service success, set up for some blow.
We're upsized big cats with a scratch of prion,
Who're comfortably compassed in their skins;
As you're now a lioness large as a lion,
Where I'm an outsized lion who you yet pins.
You preen my pecs with light incisor welts,
Roll up our fireside rug of cheetah pelts.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 welts
o $10,000,000 bosses
o $10,000,000 ridges
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