sonnet Youve been caught up

Youre trapped in twists of glossy golden braid
Youve writhed again in parted part done plaits
The gender factored out shes finer grade
She helps you relish rare neurotic straits
She lines you up bedevilled legal aid
Shes sisterly at times a mate of mates
Shes patient pained by you yet not afraid
You thank her meekly on you just she waits
Shes no foe it affirms her not a friend
If her tender touch lacks sensual stroking
Jolt her girlish giggles grossly joking
Shes happy handled hot you comprehend
Your dark castle loopholes look like keyholes
Wondering you haunt her wendy house dolls
Chorus keyholes dziurke sleutelgaten