sonnet 3.1.2014

You said I was your soul mate solid stuff
You coerced me quickly through a kinky tease
Reluctantly I lived the lie no fees
My coterie of cute girls had the puff
You claimed a conjugal right off the cuff
In shock I stumbled down on knocking knees
As each could take your epic strokes with ease
I found flat out I wasnt wild enough
I felt a happy housewife based at home
I was a naive deluded noble nude
You were a muscular stud often lewd
A thirst for perfect pleasure had you roam
I tried you three or four hot tarts abed
You didnt thank me once you left instead
Chorus bed cot divan