a study toward sonnet #1,370 by FisherKingKQJ
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As on the Magus I'd look, flustered fawn,
I sought a slapping union of loins in mime
In sterile liquid desert, coral clime
My tender boobs pressed into arms of brawn.
The Magus poked at me, brand new queened pawn,
We made love tentatively that first time,
The sea was slippery with clouds of slime,
Lobe star and mountainous white coral spawn.
My left thigh twitched and jerked a specious spasm,
He slithered out of me and shot his seed,
To prickling inner thighs I paid more heed-
Two four eye butterflies zoomed near my chasm.
We'd fumbled foolishly by pushing luck,
Descended in hot passion made of muck.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 luck
o $10,000,000 chance
o $10,000,000 fortune
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