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
