Revised sonnet #1570
I love your whip I wont wince why we met
I prove plain pliant you dictate though I plead
A chore at core small still stands stern test set
I soon as execute your rules indeed
I swoon enchanted servile marionette
Your fancy words your mannerisms I heed
I stroll on air I skid down dry dock wet
Your lips loose laughter hint at leather lead
I sweat your collar studs I darent assume
Your rubber masks tight fit insouciance brings
You slant your hand you shorten certain strings
A lash loud lifts off my vainglorious gloom
A weak one night stand soul I limped along
You skewed so sassy so tart right or wrong
Chorus along forth onward