sonnet Up my left thigh

Up my left thigh his fingers ran a run
Of checker patterned stocking while I sighed
Inside my skirt he stopped the furtive fun
A carnal craving cornered me I cried
He nipped at my neck nape jaw one by one
I cupped his conk its locks I pushed and pried
I licked his lips I stirred on what hed just begun
I felt his silky finger sock impress and glide
I heard his buckle click undone a zag of zip
I straddled drawn down drenched he sank on cue
He slid in me his knob before I knew
His arse and mine began to grind and whip
It was a semipublic double dare
Home study out I was a whit aware
Chorus dare challenge taunt