a study toward sonnet #1,158 by FisherKingKQJ
I love the lurid facts that you're born tough,
Stubborn, haughty, sincerely outspoken,
You're not mirror me, not my mate token-
In proper society, you lurch to luff.
When stepping out, we're playing a public bluff,
I cling close - I'm in love yet heartbroken;
At house parties, restaurants I've woken
To grumbles through your gritted teeth enough.
Your personal critiques are piled high hate
Which I store in my hot, and seething gut;
Heaped up love I wait on will alternate,
I wait for you to waiver off that rut.
I'd rather have you smack my covered skin,
Dress me much sweeter in our mutual sin.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 skin
o $10,000,000 cover
o $10,000,000 topic
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