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sonnet #1,609

I see her, what she does, this snooty bitch,
Aware too well of her own lovely looks-
How she arouses giving sneers and snooks,
They're flirty, cheeky, her teasing twitch.
Her soothing smile assumed does flip the switch,
Wins over me with come here finger crooks,
I'm very past the cuddling curves and nooks,
I love her still, though, only hidden hitch.
I would trap her mine, in my arms treasure,
Her boldness foster once again heartfelt,
Her strange frailties far too fine to measure
Embrace with fiery kisses closely dealt.
With him she steps out perfect, I could sob,
Outstanding, one in million, milling mob.

(chorus)

o sob
o cry
o weep