Revised sonnet #1491
The patterned stocking settles straight on screen
Thumb mine affording finest fold and flick
Your leg affording simplest kink and kick
To voyeurism my anxieties largely lean
I wonder what your mannerisms might mean
Your jerk jaw jut afore your light lip lick
Your wringing hands your shoulder shrug or crick
Your cleavage quake your crumby brush off clean
You bag off Wideave walk ons broke as broke
And mime acts meet your patronising nods
You keep acquaintance farmers market folk
Your coins you chuck at cheeky begging clods
Your gossip column portrait size of stamp
Id guess your kiss tastes lemon flavoured damp
Chorus stamp shtemple stemple