Revised sonnet #137
I stuck my craven lips upon Roys lips
I felt the oomph of oozing nether glands
I held his head my fingers stroked at strands
I draped along the bonnet grille in grips
Once semi splayed I heaved hard hips to hips
Our jeans uncool of far from famous brands
The dry hump safe it spoke of what expands
I reckoned set up serious skinny dips
The bonnet bent then bounced back burden us
He planted kisses down my collar bone
His fingers burnished buttons teased the fuss
I synced the public pleasure groan at moan
He raised his shin to rub my covered crotch
My reputation took a niche up notch
Chorus - crotch lap groin
