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
