A scribble, or a sonnet?
She came to feel my hands upon her flesh
The fishnet slipped across my skin and bone
I stripped her of her clothes and dress of mesh
started to look down on my naked drone
She told me it was fine to look at her
She wrought to wrap her words in pain and loss
I told her it was simply social blur
She tried to undo my jeans but was stopped
I picked the switch up from the floor beside
And slit along the surrogate smile
She wept; the tears she seeped were laced with pride
Ear to ear, and seeming just a while
Her fingers here are with me now
The promise, an explicit vow
The fishnet slipped across my skin and bone
I stripped her of her clothes and dress of mesh
started to look down on my naked drone
She told me it was fine to look at her
She wrought to wrap her words in pain and loss
I told her it was simply social blur
She tried to undo my jeans but was stopped
I picked the switch up from the floor beside
And slit along the surrogate smile
She wept; the tears she seeped were laced with pride
Ear to ear, and seeming just a while
Her fingers here are with me now
The promise, an explicit vow