Revised sonnet #1472
Ive gone from rough edged rock to polished gem
You neutralised the nervous shoulder shrug
You fielded me a hold of hand and hug
I coughed and swallowed back the fitful phlegm
Acquired taste torture tactile s and m
The testing theatre guerney frame or rug
Adrenalin au naturel the drug
I suck your boots and scrunch your jacket hem
I wonder why the worlds a wicked bluff
As simultaneously its hard and soft
I wonder why too much is not enough
As hook and pulley hang a hunk aloft
I spot your silvery short skirt side zip
Then whilst I writhe you crack that leather whip
Chorus zip zip zip