sonnet You told me that

You told me that youd wasted three of them
I wasnt fooled you skirted kick ass kind
You were a toothless rattlesnake in mind
Your thugs just chat up fodder froth and phlegm
Your head on my knees drooled on zigzag hem
Next over oldest ottoman reclined
I let you doggie doggedly and whine
Your solid strokes jerked both brain lobes and stem
Your cattle dog excluded scratched scrim trim
And beading while I bit my upper lip
I came in mute sharp shivers shameless vim
Internalised delight as groins got grip
Your lug legged ankle biter best not braved
Did she lick lids of eyes yours pup depraved?
Chorus braved endured withstood