Revised sonnet #1330
Shame that accidental were caresses
Dealt by girls confined to smallest spaces
Swapped their seats sights set on perfect places
Passed I quickly crumpled party dresses
Choker necks announced stark style successes
Backs of scanty chiffon showed up aces
Heavy make up automated faces
Giving nothing out to naughty guesses
Gawked the girls improperly coquettish
Shy I was I gave them cache credit
Favoured strappy sandals fitting fetish
Various kinds okay instinctive edit
Wonder whether single souls are many?
Do they squirm away till scarcely any?
Chorus many copious profuse