Revised sonnet #135
He filched advantage from a muddled mind
He cuddled me I kept as open eyed
His closed I guessed he grunted cood and sighed
He complimented me on my behind
He proved a saucy sort yet so steel spined
His kisses shuttered me impromptu plied
I claimed him sweetest soul I often lied
I was a little wet enough to grasp and grind
I couldnt summon clever memes on cue
I wasnt wise to ways of lonely men
In various kinds I craved both zest and zen
A romp in bed I reckoned overdue
He might judge me as lonely stuck in shell
Else flatter me those doubts of self try quell
Chorus shell case hull
