Revised sonnet #186
I blinked off tears they turned to rills on cheeks
I dabbed eye corners dry till lash quick bat
In full force flattery I felt for freaks
He laughed at last a connoisseur of scat
His voice annoyed in phrases fluent and flat
He pulled at my tan satin jacket sleeve
And landed my tight plait a gentle pat
Hed done it more than once to me a peeve
He said I was all right hed never leave
He said I was a phony goody good
The pleasurable pain I could achieve
His sadomasochism half understood
At first I guessed I gave his bottom pinch
Then me he called a queer it made him flinch
Chorus pinch pincer pizzico
