Revised sonnet #1312

Youre water breath and inner beam thats bright
Your eyes create sparks traverse inside coloumb
Your dimples hint at smile they speak aplomb
You read the mind thats mine yours second sight
I gawk the ground I garner nervous fright
I stoop to mouth and mutter mantra om
You say that well succeed and scarcely bomb
Imaginary burdens lift off light
At once you may embody sweet and sour
At once you may embody more and less
Your mind is wide awake to otherness
Your spinning atoms swing your potent power
You fly theoretically senses sound
Your feet tread rug they glide above the ground
Chorus sound firm robust

Revised sonnet #1313

You licked behind my chin you kissed my lips
You stopped a second sucks you held off rote
You hummed at hackle hairs Id scarcely note
I closed my eyes and cood you came to grips
I heard myself moan dealt your nimble nips
Above my collar couldnt help but dote
I felt your hands hold hard in place my hips
You pulled them close you didnt cast a vote
You pushed your gnarly hot aggressive hand
Across my panties finger flicked my gash
Inside I felt a liquid fire thumb fanned
I groaned again you pulled undone my sash
You whispered how youd stop if strokes brought pain
I hugged you heard I understood your vein
Chorus pain ache hurt

Revised sonnet #1314

Very sweet the wife the stunning beauty
Fingers hers hair handle twist tight till twirl
Love in her timbre yes Im claimed a cutie
Proper patient smiles show her teeth white pearl
Well worn way I do the papas duty
Spend such solid hours engaging growing girl
We lick little lollies sweet and fruity
Ride a round a bout at speed one wild whirl
Down the cellar go I wild and wary
Where the wort and hops foam full fermented
Still sits safe on shelf the brew assented
Atmosphere Id label light and airy
Her tea leaves inclined to honest hunches
Beer the brunt I roll along the punches
Chorus hunches inklings premonitions

Revised sonnet #1315

Pips the beautiful near perfect model
Ego mine taps chivalry tweaks tired themes
Say she should short fall Id mollycoddle
Rescue her Im not above such staged schemes
Self improving meme to me a doddle
Would I speak to her engaging great gleams
From eyes hers as elemental swaddle
Mine Id read the nurse just Id drain day dreams
Wide awake I wait upon a blunder
Factual error frank view squeamish stutter
Her Ill save abruptly balm Ill utter
Popularise Pip Ill work that wonder
Better blunder soon and save the story
Should I step in now Id gab in glory
Chorus story tale yarn

Revised sonnet #1316

Tank full but full tread flat tyre raises ire
By Demoguspoe desert cotton fields
The axle jacked up just on sun expire
Tyre iron trawled up and your arm yanks and wields
The passing locomotive we admire
Bells mute the metal arm in lift then yields
Though lack of passports pans out never dire
Beyond level crossing coppers show their shields
On gallivant of Noeno everglade
An anaconda alligator zips
Bayou focus point of scarey skinny dips
Or whiskey stills in camouflage and shade
I learnt a lot off you as harvest hand
I love the earthy smells that link to land
Chorus hand mano ruka