Revised sonnet #94
A dozy dream inside a reverie
Above there floated bowls of plastic flax
The cornucopia each and every
Tart fruit and berry seeming solid stacks
Alike in lucid nod to parallax
They loomed and lurked as lode youd ever see
A tease to taste its hint just heavenly
Yet phoney pastel food of fashioned wax
I licked at layers of plum and mandarin
The pinnacle of grape induced a drool
I pressed upon the skin to calm and cool
The phoney fruit and wished it saccharin
I suck at ripened berry bud of breast
Of succubus I salivate in zest
Chorus breast borst bryst
