Revised sonnet #111

In bushes backing Aphrodites shrine

We kissed and copulated keeping dumb

I slapped his swinging balls he arched his spine

He cried out sexy Sappho quick to come

In company yet lonely loathe to pine

I stroked his biceps pecs and part turned bum

I closed eyes clenched I dreamt up girl just mine

I rolled along a little left leg numb

Id learnt of temptation off temple tarts

Id guide on prophylactic mitt or glove

Id wipe wine well inside those lips of love

I liberated lechers fickle hearts

A casual player I practise mercy sex

On priapic pricks it may upset or vex

Chorus sex coitus whoopee

left ether ever either

nether never neither right

Okay, etymology is a dead end -

what about machine jargon, then?

Revised sonnet #110

Ive painted lips and nipples frosty pink

The black eye liner lends you serious look

The see through negligee earns gawk and wink

I captivate art lovers by the book

The silver cups are raised aloft to clink

Theyre full of finest wine I never rook

The ious that bind of dusted ink

And gems that catch in bust or nether nook

Ive made the most of life as spoil of war

Your trusty Theban proves the better man

Though lacking looks and jokes of large elan

Ive learnt the lyre I strum and sing their lore

On banker Kressims kinky kiss of foot

Ill quiver humble he acts void of snoot

Chorus foot fod fot

 

Revised sonnet #109

Ah Sappho pardon my improper rant

I languish latest lady drawn to him

The chance of wedded bliss Ive sussed as scant

I fit in his type beautiful and slim

Yourself youre beautiful and elegant

I wonder why your aqua eyes turn dim

At mention made if hes irrelevant

I know your love of women more than whim

The gorgeous goddess Aphrodite made

A gift of flaw erasing facial cream

To old and ugly Phaon of poor esteem

And he turned striking cheers to shrink and fade

Yes Phaon as pretty boy exudes true charm

The inner man a mess to her on arm

Chorus charm appeal pizzaz

Revised sonnet #108

The proper words escape this practised pen 

Off peeled his pastel cardigan and shirt

Im loathe to say it but I like to blurt

I love the look of shredded macho men

I closed the wooden door of writers den

I lost the blouse and bra too late to flirt

The clinch and kiss hot asked of red alert

The morning after pill you wipe out when

I mumbled my apology in gag

As whoopee extramarital is wrong

In pores I carried other fellows pong

I dangled like a leather boxing bag

If Tim investigated late the fun affair

Then Jim evaded blame in conscience clear

Chorus affair fling infidelity

Revised sonnet #107

True love invites young friends to sacrifice

Themselves to make its compromise ideal

That loving couple hazards keeping nice

In criticism exclusive full on zeal

Ive come to crave the crazy bouncing dice

As laws of luck allude to hunch and feel

And hes accepted fashion vivid vice

As clingy clothes exhibit sex appeal

I handed him a hint of pyrrhic win

Id quit a lot of friends to favour him

I hosted him the only friend of whim

As hed estranged all his I was akin

One holiday I deemed the dude a botch

Upset at wait I tapped the time on watch

Chorus botch flub muff

Revised sonnet #106

Eyes his embarrassed my exclusive crowd

They stared unblinking leaving late their dip

I felt them fondle two tits tip to tip

I was the prettiest picked out quietly proud

I giggled goofily a little loud

Id missed essential part of someones quip

Id rated him on radar less than blip

A pick up line I mused yes hed end mieowed

The sort of boy in bias of leather hide

The sort of boy in bias of far off cry

The sort of boy in bias of wonder why

The sort of boy in bias of pattern pied

I freaked that he enforced the sight of me

That length of flirting distance finds its lee

Chorus me mich moi

Revised sonnet #105

I saw scat smear upon a public bench

I sat adjacent sensed a pick up spot

Your nudist chick is confident and hot

I self acclimatised to earthy stench

I wished away the rain it didnt drench

A nudist couple loomed a blot on plot

Then she arrived yes she of tufted twat

The veiny boobs Id like to budge and wrench

I looked at crinkling cellulite of gait

I got erect aroused that rather lame

I writhed away to hide the silly shame

A tight towel trapped it millisecond late

They frowned at me I shed a nervous fart

The bodys beautiful thing work of art

Chorus fart prd scoreggio

Revised sonnet #104

Ive got the week end left of latest lag

Ive flogged off secretly the stash of shanks

I used to catch the clowns or punish pranks

Id punch them down and make the pillow gag

To anger management its total thanks

Ill shrug off females when they nag and nag

On civvy street Ill merge in common ranks

Ill leave alone abandoned purse or bag

Ill miss the most a certain comfort doll

That started substitute as sleeping me

Id sawed off bars in plan to scarper free

The anger management proposed parole

I sliced the hair to bob on smuggled wig

I fell in love the nice tits not that big

Chorus wig peruke toupee

 

Revised sonnet #103

A strap slips slowly from the shoulder down

I dont try sticking back in proper place

He grunts approval face in sexual frown

Too much the tentative tense touch of lace

I know hes naked under dressing gown

Idea itself invites heart mine to sudden race

His eyes the draw if dappled gold yet brown

His stiff abs stay in silk till we embrace

He slides my knickers down to niggling knees

They finish ankles anchored own accord

I kick them far off on old rug theyre shored

I squeeze his covered cheeks to solely please

In nook of collar bone I catch his kiss

Then spasm expecting further steamier bliss

Chorus kiss kus kys

 

Revised sonnet #102

Together thirteen months the day I came

Across a letter lost addressed to wife

I liked to snoop a flaw thats such a shame

I slit it open using proper paper knife

I lurked the mistress his in double life

I was the wife to him except in name

The signs ignored in retrospect viewed rife

The break up had the bossy bitch to blame

I wasnt mentioned not a wayward word

And he insisted hard they shouldnt part

And he admitted much she had his heart

And he expected pity seen absurd

Of May December love you could keep clear

Else jewellery and flat your price appear

Chorus clear free loose

Revised sonnet #101

Its strange that were at peace asleep till dawn

The dreams are free in freak unwritten laws

The folk inside them move you meekest pawn

If parasites of mind they mind your flaws

Via our venetian blind slats sunshine sawn

In sea snake shades shes ringed it underawes

I zebra like ooze zeds I yearn yet yawn

All hers the listless lips vestigial claws

Thoughts mine are read aloud and me Im mum

Then she adds dont dwell dear it works it worse

You mustnt raise your rotten luck to curse

Thoughts hers I suss in sync if we turn dumb

Vicissitudes in play I most admire

Eyes hers they fervently gel glance greek fire

Chorus admire commend extol