sonnet Ive never fancied fussy

Ive never fancied fussy ladies much
A surge and who was willing filled a kink
Unlesioned loins in lust large lithely link
In alleys restrooms cinemas and such
I did endure a brag or blab Id blink
I feigned amusement fondled out of touch
Id flatter flaccidly Id come off crutch
Id crave a swig of gin and tonic drink
A maskers life is frankly fake full face
I roll a rubber conk on mine and see
I knot its nape up nice with nylon lace
I settle ladylike and pipe out pee
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