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
