a study toward sonnet #1,120 by FisherKingKQJ
Dream lover, you're not whom I lug about,
Though at times you do goad inside me guilt;
I've stooped to screwing a moron squatly built,
Your rude dismissal of my view turned rout.
My own unconscious bubbled up cute doubt-
What is attractive just? you I should jilt,
But we'll squirm and cuddle under your quilt-
I blank you, blush hot, then proudly pout.
Dream lover, if I could launch, link and vet
Strange reveries like some gracious guru,
Then I'd dissuade any open secret upset
With suavely handsome suitors my todo.
Dream lover, if I fidget, front up wise,
To prise apart at once my priceless thighs.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 wise
o $10,000,000 informed
o $10,000,000 sagely
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