sonnet It was like wine

It was like wine it warmed and flushed the cheeks
Except the nether cheeks in question spanked
He reckoned mine Id passed Id proudly blanked
His greeting earlier after dating weeks
Id suffered sudden pinch of nipple peaks
Id grabbed his groin his bulging bollocks yanked
Hed groaned Id moaned in climax cushions flanked
The ottoman approved in strident squeaks
It was time we took tension up a notch
I bent across a cushion pile to mate
He spanked and strummed I squirmed in sexy strait
I felt a valve a piston pull in crotch
I was appointed partner prickle pain
Through pleasure other bitches deigned disdain
Chorus pain ache torment