Revised sonnet #1387
I gawk at gorgeous given latitude
Im medically blind I bend the law
To partial sight the sentiment is skewed
I mirror feature never minor flaw
Your head eclipses sun eye corner viewed
You strike a saint assumed I ache in awe
You wend ahead to west the luck of draw
I wish I felt you wiggle read Im rude
I click a cane on nipples flagging stones
A whitish rod on yellowish lleggo bricks
You mill Newmarket mob you dart and mix
I whoosh your wake a drone amongst the drones
Your shadowy curvy body boards a bus
A talk timetable button by I suss
Chorus bus coach jitney