sonnet #1,618
Hail, Cupid, I've got a secret crazy crush,
Since when I practised kissing handsome bloke,
He lingered long on lips, these here, no joke,
I liked it lots, though, and keep that hush.
I stepped back so cooled off that sizzling rush-
His ways and postures worked me, I awoke-
All fueled a fever, nothing wrong, a stroke,
My kneecaps trembled, ear lobes tingled blush.
I toast you, since you've taken chancy stance
In getting me off guessing all or none,
Out from beneath eye candy, all seen fun,
This bloke's conceit is merry old romance.
Well, Cupid, my lips pouted, my eyes closed,
I fell in love when his warm nostrils nosed.
(Chorus)
o closed
o barred
o shut