sonnet You were a mess

You were a mess the first time ever viewed
It felt odd aftermath of drunken fall
Your legs limp bent your back pressed plumb on wall
It was a liberty through lassitude
It struck me dumb your blouse the far side skewed
Your thin thigh gap grew wider boots and all
You smudged your number giggling mine the gall
I angled artlessly I hung on rude
Ive watched you grow and groom your reddish locks
Yes pretty babes appear exactly same
My heart inspired against its rib cage knocks
Your dry hump humorously bears the blame
My life alone hours feels its dragged out days
Yet when you grab me glum it feels a phase
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