Taylor's Sonnet
A Cute Sonnet about a pet.
By Spencer BarrettPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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Little puppy perfect; indeed she lay
Upon my bosom bare. I watch her tread
The air with dainty paws as if at play.
At no park, and instead in my bed.
She yowls with a yip of playful desire ,
At a dog unseen in the mind’s Dreamscape .
I smile. My cheeks are bright and red like fire.
Tiny claws on my stomach lightly scrape .
But inside a pressure begins to build ,
Oh a heartbreak I will have to bluster .
All this loving feeling left unfulfilled ,
This moving is more than I can muster .
And then at once I knew I had to pee ,
As she lay there and snore with jubilee .
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