Revised sonnet #351
As she hit my hand off her linen skirt
I flinched amused and puzzled by her mood
The fear enveloped me I froze inert
A pardon from her rubbed out gesture rude
Herself a sexual being enflamed then lewd
Her fingers curled inside my cotton shorts
On whim I went along I skived off feud
I wouldnt stand on rumour crabs or warts
I sometimes lifted weights took part in sports
A mooch Id landed solo mum a mid
And roller skater gentleman escorts
I loved her bossy blurt I did as bid
In nods and winks and shrugs I read her mind
I see her shallow friend yet very kind
Chorus mind intellect psyche
