sonnet She hung her left

She hung her left arm over her chair back
She looked my picture perfect amputee
As if inside my wendy house were we
As if Id seen her sneak a secret snack
I giggled girlish out of joint out of whack
She looked embarrassed but she lent a lee
He winked at her and stroked my stockinged knee
Beneath our table never knobbling yack
She primped and pressed a proposition stern
I knew she knew it didnt duly irk
In roles reversed Id grin and go beserk
Ingenuous was I lecherous Id learn
She struck as dollified his dreamy ex
Id squirm his validation whilst shed vex
Chorus ex former prior