sonnet In pain or pleasure

In pain or pleasure humid wave on wave
The standard drinks draw Cupids civil slap
Across the face inducing kiss or nap
My cheeks thus burned or flushed are what I crave
The boorish boys who boozed Id bait and brave
Id field a back of hand hard knuckle rap
Mock friendly shoulder fist thumped dance on lap
I bunny punched I got the same I gave
I love you cheeky boy your chinese burns
Tapped ankles peppered pinkies deadened legs
Your water bombs and bags of rotten eggs
Were kindred spirits my mindset discerns
Mind off me pranksters begged a bitch in heat
They flinched in fear I landed on my feet
Chorus heat ardour swelter