Revised sonnet #138
He probed my private parts the buff abyss
Our fingers interlocked our palms in palms
I sighed he moaned and planted next his kiss
His fingers loosened grip he stroked my arms
He slipped out silkily I didnt diss
Our bodies were awash in oils and balms
I slapped his balls at leisure quitting qualms
He groaned inserting back he pumped true bliss
I wanted life to be the simplest stuff
I didnt want to face or find out fault
I didnt fear a physical assault
I didnt rate too much as not enough
The future looks uncertain void of form
Hind sight is easy seen the current norm
Chorus form border outline
