sonnet Thats not my passion

Thats not my passion present exit polled
The crows feet bum fluff fair big boobs that flag
The cellulite and beefy arms that bag
The cameltoe thigh gap trade off on hold
You teach me as if Im a ten year old
I dare you since youre like a dude in drag
I fall in fugue affronted when you nag
You scowl in fit accosted when I scold
Your canines capped youve glorified your gob
Ill join your juicer diet if duets are wise
Ill shout you just a little nose tip job
A laser treatment too youve bright blue eyes
I need you nice near nude your native knack
I crave your candy kisses cram the lack

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