Revised sonnet #1408
Inside her sophistry I could discern
A sadness state Id otherwise ignore
Id noticed similar in lusty ladies yore
The black book blessed read a frantic churn
As sympathy and empathy Id spurn
Emotions mentioned by her felt a chore
As afterglow I felt a binding bore
A second date Id dodge or just adjourn
The fleshly appetite flags if fulfilled
The notch on belt a subtle souvenir
Its byebye babe and onto booty leer
The city grove to Venus missies milled
I questioned should I countenance a fling
I got the vibe I could avoid all bling
Chorus fling dalliance escapade