Apr 08, 2009 12:33
Sonnet For _ _ _ _ _ _
"I'm not into anything too kinky or, you know, weird,"
she said, "I just like a guy who really knows
what he wants and someone who isn't too scared
to try new things and who will bring me a rose
every once in a while; is that too much to ask?"
She needs to vent and so I give her my shoulder:
we're close that way and so I have to wear a mask
around her; see, she likes the fact that I am older
and that I've been around the block a few times.
She must never know my heart is an excellent liar,
so I cloak myself in wit and charm and foolish rhymes
all the time; my god, I want her, but I know she is fire.
Like a fool I've come close to showing my hand;
if only she knew I was hers to command!
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April 8, 2009 by Rich Boucher.
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