Revised sonnet #1428
Jeans hit jeans front to front I couldve flipped
Then her thigh gap I palmed apart as apt
In gist as her knee gashes hiked and dipped
I dry humped her hard she sighed simply rapt
I crested stockstill stranded fully zipped
You might concur I was then handicapped
Yet drained Id last lot longer pleasure gripped
Yes epic social intercourse thus mapped
The smell of deodorant and sweat and sex
The sudden startling change of depth and pace
The stamina and poor techniques that vex
The marathon of face to back or face to face
I humoured her to orgasm best I could
And ground on her engorging bud and hood
Chorus could mogao pourrait