Revised sonnet #118

She hinted hard there was a worldly gent

This pensioner a quiet yet full on flirt

That hed deflower a female vast event

That hed take his time never known to hurt

In ritzy Menilmontant meeting meant

A grill of quail our main then mousse dessert

I laughed at his stale jokes thus credence lent

The whole time his eyes homed Id mine avert

I lay across the pensioners old bed

I waited wanted waif in low lamp light

Id need owe nought to neither knave nor knight

I felt at furrow fossick his hard head

Then he slid kisses french in nether lips

Alas I left a virgin no thrust blood or rips

Chorus lips lippe lippen

Revised sonnet #117

I share the little lodging short of slum

In Plaisance quarter patch of demimonde

I look the daughter when in law the chum

As models we indulge a brilliant bond

A senior brings her sausage cheese and rum

He keeps her company hes rather fond

He mumbles Basque at which we wink just mum

Hes from the Pyrenees or pastures beyond

I want to work the crowd at Concert Mayol

As dancer she shows steps to me that style

Her occupation once though not a while

I let her mentor me in rigmarole

Head scarf of feathers g string scarcely more

Id land in lovely limelight strut to fore

Chorus more additional extra 

 

Revised sonnet #116

My private parts Id shaved and plucked till bare

Monsieur U fussy painter sketched too slow

And wondered might a stubble start to grow

Upon his pate I noted not a single hair

His cheese and croissant nude of distant stare

To skin he stroked an eerie even glow

I primped in place a glorious overflow

The standard props a sofa stool or chair

Id make as model seven hundred sou

I was a modest model clever pick

He rolled two coins to me a balance due

He laughed and gave his beard the lightest lick

In pretty portraits caught I slyly splay

Though toasted teen once wreckless runaway

Chorus splay flare widen

Revised sonnet #115

A client in lobby sun tanned suave and bluff

Id heard him hail the concierge keen to splurge

Ask whos the latest whore assuaging urge

And arms akimbo posed I gave a huff

I modeled nude it paid the bills enough

If nervous prior Id knelt to finger purge

The painter Littim underground on verge

Of popular in style a powder puff

Adapted yoga pose I put to fore

Id shaved till smooth skin surface ginger minge

The ragged labia didnt least impinge

The canvas rather chose to underscore

In galleries Ill hang once rendered raw

The sugar coated sarcasm proves its draw

Chorus raw crude natural 

More proof that etymology is a dead end. Doctor vs physician. Dr vs Pn, who ever heard of such a thing as Pn? Dr, drug, dregs drag, draw, dross, the waiting room which is a weighting room clinches it as machine jargon.🎲🎲🎲

Revised sonnet #114

As lavender all lies in seven creels

I Sappho strum and sing and strut above 

As every nymph the nonce in circle kneels

Those beauties chorus latch to song of love

The stanzas say how sad I get the shove

Ive failed to fathom what another feels

Too late to offer olive branch and dove

I missed in lovers spat his pax appeals

In Julias voice a flaw airs overfuss

The bathing nymph theme innocent enough

I blow a kiss to her a patient puff

Ive noted need to pass as one of us

Along the slopes anenomes that seed

Inside the sea anenomes that feed

Chorus seed saad seme

 

Revised sonnet #113

Dictator Pittacus has nicest niece 

Melitta loves the lyre and learns to play

Apollos suns are printed overlay

Upon her gown the favoured fashion piece

Her blonde hair bound is good as golden fleece

Its combs discouraging the strands astray

Her almost almond eyes ten shades of gray

Judge people nervously they never cease

That Pittacus in pity pardons foe

His Lesbos welcomes deadly dissidents

They moor unchallenged free of incidence

A civil wars the source of saddest woe

Oh Sappho answer she asks queasily

How can I pluck a lyre that easily?

Chorus queasily anxiously squeamishly

Revised sonnet #112

These naked females fondle me they smirk

They slurp at silver cups of sloshing wine

At every orgy bloated bitches irk

They cross the boundary and make theirs mine

The cunnilingus qualifies as perk

I wriggle under random bodies six or nine

Trapped so Im forced to waive a circle jerk

I see the sneaky noble wife and slave align

That slave and she adopt the doggie style

They angle eye to eye in looking glass

The many moans unleashed just oozing class

A noble husband fixed in forum very while

Young slave impetuous didnt pay the dues

Ill snitch on him though freed Ive lot to lose

Chorus dues ante tab