Revised sonnet #1389
You ordered me to fill your open arms
A characteristic and common bluff
I felt your spreading fingers pressing palms
Against the discs of spine as slightly rough
Your kinky hug the kind that cancels qualms
In mutual warmth till time ticked enough
I wallowed drowsy deadset on your charms
I pushed you off you heaved an honest huff
You fondled me through fabric fitted blouse
You budged a boob you bulged a boob a jiff
I cupped your covered crotch your semi stiff
I flicked your fly in furtherance to rouse
You cussed the cardigan your fingernails
The latter blunt on button any males
Chorus fingernails fingernegles vingernagles