Revised sonnet #281
I swivel undersides of my own knees
In yoke of yoga yank his shoulder blades
I squeal on strokes he proves a stud to please
Hot sweat appears and dampens my tight braids
In missionary same old mental fades
Its best to branch out bring in something new
Else your eyes measure men of lesser grades
In flings exact hot lust to later rue
He likes to take the mickey laugh I do
I crush a quarter viagra down his glass
He must admit Ive got eyes startling blue
He must admire them much that karma pass
The lotus doggy style or pretzel dip
He gets to grip in grunts at solid clip
Chorus dip condiment gravy
