a study toward sonnet #1,201 by FisherKingKQJ
He curled around the corkscrew steel stairwell,
I didn't know which pose I'd lastly peek;
His eyelids down drawn - he pecked on my cheek,
His sums done cold, to my last dead skin cell.
No gritted teeth, or great eye rolls to tell -
Instead, deep coldness so slick, so to speak,
I ran my teeth on my higher lip to tweak
Huge frustration with his cute social spell.
He was politely smooth, the way that had
Made me fall in love with him at first sight...
How could I so deep team up with a tad?
He took rejection as his blanked out blight.
Both intimately feel our bone and flesh
Entwined, toyed with, still timorously thresh.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 flesh
o $10,000,000 meat
o $10,000,000 steak
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