Revised sonnet #204
Affirmed in low lewd laughs you conquer cold
The pleasure such you feel time ticktock slows
His pelvis sticks upon yours perfect mould
His lips launch lightly down your narrow nose
At such time your eyes mist they crimp and close
You feel a sensual shimmer down the spine
The virtuous cycle overwhelms your woes
You kiss his neck your luscious lips align
You sigh you savour sweat you find it fine
His words assure he shows a sages knack
You bid byebye to days of womans whine
You disengage you raise your coo and crack
You havent shed your status ditzy blonde
He claims you strongest chick in demimonde
Chorus blonde bionda blond
