Revised sonnet #1574
We walked in file on smooth stone stair incline
I went along she was petite and muscle toned
She tiptoed two tiled steps higher than those mine
I mouthed her tempting throat at which she groaned
Elite occasion leveling eye line
She ordered kisses which I orphan owned
I yielded yearning mine the tingling spine
I weighed up worth a cottage lease shed loaned
Just inner self annoyed at stuff unqueried
I lived a life in dedicated fear
Shed mug at me mute mouth at old pals ear
She missed her old faithful butler buried
One noon humid hell I hid her jumper
Championed cardigan not dreaming dump her
Chorus jumper pullover sweater