sonnet My sight and spirit

My sight and spirit are at civil war
One loves a glamour which allieves your looks
One loves a cheekiness your spark at core
Irate at each I wonder which one rooks
In calling pax I play out pretty poor
Temptation tickles me I twist on hooks
I flinch your forward flirty flaw in awe
I palm your gentle curves and prod your nooks
Youve been regraded seven stripped of nine
Its ego beaten off by back of brain
I know you too too well I preempt and deign
Im assinine you latch on like a vine
My eyes resist your eyes my protests pall
I live at large in giggles giddy gall
Chorus pall jade weary