a study toward sonnet #1,283 by FisherKingKQJ
5.9.07 (viii)
Who goes first gets to glister most the saint,
Things get tad worse ahead of healing;
You're surface scratching, that's my feeling,
The tickle of great fun there may be feint.
I count on my being quirky, cute and quaint,
Your proud social conscience worth appealing-
Till I learn your habits, I'll stay livid dealing
Outspokeness by me, and spurn restraint.
It's me to blame for our enduring mess,
Through butting in I'll hold you back-
But second go now fits a fine tune knack,
Seeing you more, yet each period lasting less.
Between dominatrix, dead mosaic twin
I hedge me humbled; you'll give up, give in.
(Chorus
o $10,000,000 twin
o $10,000,000 double
o $10,000,000 pairing
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