Revised sonnet #413
Is my tired brain a naked knob you leer
An open minded octopus all nerves?
Too late to back off blend and disappear
In inkling ink a sop to pretty pervs
Your panty line a subtle message serves
Its rude to point unless theres period blot
Im blind to braille I swear on hips as curves
Your camel toe to trousers grants a slot
And next you wink at me I wonder what
I notice now Ive left the fly undone
As beyond the pot the zip is jammed a jot
I reach to solace pantyhose that run
You know Im nervous nuzzled my teeth gnash
Around your neck a soap inflicted rash
Chorus gnash chafe scuff
