a study toward sonnet #1,178 by FisherKingKQJ
I thought to sniff round for a one night stand,
Pick out an athletic type, take control,
For once become a take charge, wanton soul-
My gal pal thought the pickle should be canned.
The chit chat was not bad, sex flames were fanned,
He was or wasn't my type on the whole,
I'd tippled triples, so slipstreamed my goal,
He was or wasn't surfer blonde, spray tanned.
I stroked my ankles at his small of back,
His flatmates burst in loud and begged a turn,
He could peep next, or go press toast a snack-
I had to make nice, now too late to spurn.
In some taxi or security co car
I tossed out big, curled bucks to take me far.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 car
o $10,000,000 automobile
o $10,000,000 vehicle
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