Revised sonnet #458
Shes forward fun her words are fast and frank
I glimpse her distant gaze or devious glance
I nod her right to roll eyes look through blank
She prettifies the pettiest circumstance
Her cleavage quivers during gentle dance
I want to look away I dont Im rude
I feel I wont invite the nights advance
If moves are messy when theyre music cued
Her laughs a kind of confidence exude
I wonder what they stir at really mean
She doesnt bother me yet dont I brood
To moron mindedness I lately lean
I flinch then blush at frequent raps on bum
She fancies me two faced though never glum
Chorus bum arse derriere
